The first step toward getting somewhere is to decide that you are not going to...– J. Pierpont Morgan (via delaneydrake)
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Heart of Stone
I’m shivering though my body is warm My conscious is tattered, ragged, and worn Love is what i searched for and hoped to find but my journey was fruitless, I crawl back to my mind I’ve learned the truth of being alone It feels like the lights are off and everyone’s home I can’t stand my self for plenty of reasons Constantly getting colder, regardless of the...
I haven’t shaved in five days. I’m constantly fighting a tightness in my stomach, a lump in my throat. Even when I manage to tame my thoughts and find sleep I’m awoken by bizarre dreams. Am I losing my mind?
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My powerful thoughts of the night.
Wisdom is knowing yourself better than your peers do. For instance, a fool will act a certain way and then deny away the consequences. I wise person will act a certain way and then chuckle when they hear the rumors that have been spread.
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This poem, is a shout out.
DISCLAIMER: The views and feelings expressed in this poem are not mine. This is how I believe one of my close friends feels and I don’t think he knows I’ve written this yet. Special, is how you should feel. Cause you’re different, a reinvented wheel flawless, that’s a bit of a stretch but the truth is that you’re quite a catch Now, if this city was lawless...
Like a Mad Man
“I hate to be that person..” She said glancing from her phone to me. “But I’m not sure when my flight leaves and I’m pretty sure we’re behind schedule. Soooo…” “So, punch it?” I ask, my eyes fixed on the road. “If you would, please.” I’m pretty sure she smiles sheepishly as she glances down at her phone but I...
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Letting go is different than giving up It’s the politest way to say, “I’ve had enough” It’s letting someone know They’re on the road That starts at friend And leads to foe It’s the beginning of an end It’s and aftertaste oh so bitter You never thought The dress of disdain would fit her You never thought It would follow a sweet love That seemed to come from...