past
Disparity
I've not learned from the past,
just ended with myrid of puzzles,
broken pieces unread signs,
sitting here, all they do is lie.
telling of fortunes, treasures inside.
I'll let them past and i'll carry on with life,
swallowed by past tease, those torturous ties.
the people who have ecaped me,
the ones now trapped inside.
I hate with a passion all i would like,
i love with the only part which remains alive, inside.
*sigh* too many entries in such a short time.. boredom? a outlet when no one is sitting by to listen to the voice of mine of the things i hold in mind? Or a self inflicted prison cell.. who knows and who cares, quesions asked but never answered with the words i wish to be answered, why? because i can't accept them most of the time or look for the other side - a less light one. I want to go london someday, perhaps before i die.
hmm, I'm a artist somedays, nothing the next, a disconcerting thought really. I just want to be alive and loved.
I still have a lost vocab
I've not learned from the past,
just ended with myrid of puzzles,
broken pieces unread signs,
sitting here, all they do is lie.
telling of fortunes, treasures inside.
I'll let them past and i'll carry on with life,
swallowed by past tease, those torturous ties.
the people who have ecaped me,
the ones now trapped inside.
I hate with a passion all i would like,
i love with the only part which remains alive, inside.
*sigh* too many entries in such a short time.. boredom? a outlet when no one is sitting by to listen to the voice of mine of the things i hold in mind? Or a self inflicted prison cell.. who knows and who cares, quesions asked but never answered with the words i wish to be answered, why? because i can't accept them most of the time or look for the other side - a less light one. I want to go london someday, perhaps before i die.
hmm, I'm a artist somedays, nothing the next, a disconcerting thought really. I just want to be alive and loved.
I still have a lost vocab