Like Water.
Weve been trained to feel this way
To search for a swank swimming pool
Though it’s shallow and cold
Drown’s you if you fold
You thirst all the same
We’re searching for a swimming pool
All we want is it’s touch
Easy and fast
Refreshing and crass
For a moment or so, at least.
The...
Please be completely honest, no sugar coating!
This is version 1(basically free handed it)
Weve been trained to feel this way
Search for a swank swimming pool
But it’s shallow and cold
Drown’s you if you fold
We’re searching for a swimming pool
Easy and fast
Sickly sweet and crass
Just deep...
Please be completely honest, no sugar coating!
This is version 1(basically free handed it)
Weve been trained to feel this way
Search for a swank swimming pool
But it’s shallow and cold
Drown’s you if you fold
We’re searching for a swimming pool
Easy and fast
Sickly sweet and crass
Just deep...
I went through a rough first semester of college and now being back i noticed that whenever i feel nervous, intimidated or angry i develop a burning itching rash that covers my neck, chest and scalp. I dont want this to control my life, any advice?
Regret.
Feeling feeble by this guilt
The salt gave way to flowers wilt
Our cremated coffin i alone built
So now remains a stand still silt
Please father dont try to flatter
To you i should not even matter
You've held my heart, prevented shatter
But still i still feel need to scatter
Could...
Re: Birth
Wrinkled and ashen
I shouldn’t feel so old
Anxious and lonely
You shouldn’t be so cold
Even being near you
Feels like throwing a pair of dice
This wasn’t the plan
What happened to my paradise?
Because there’s a fire
And it rests within my bones
A rhythmic spire
Reaching up to...
Re: Birth opinions on poem]?
Re: Birth
Wrinkled and ashen
I shouldn’t feel so old
Anxious and lonely
You shouldn’t be so cold
Even being near you
Feels like throwing a pair of dice
This wasn’t the plan
What happened to my paradise?
Because there’s a fire
And it rests within my bones
A...
Pair-apalegic
Impaired by your allegiance
A wheel chair has become my muse
Crippled and deluged
This idea that I need you
The compassion I feed you
Is all for naught
Cant escape the thought
That I need you
I bleed you.
But these legs are still my own
These legs may walk alone
But remember that...