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Schoeisel en grimlachen Schoeisel en grimlachenSchoeisel en grimlachen by ~psychoproser
Mijn schommel zwiert mij, snel en hoog
jij losjes hangend aan mijn voeten
daar schoot jij weg in een hoge boog
daar lig je nu, ik zal je halen moeten
Het woeste langschap dat ons scheidt
geteisterd door modder, planten en water
is de misère waaronder ik al reizend lijd
maar denken doe ik alleen aan later
Aan wanneer jij, koud en versleten weer aan
mijn voet hangt, vol gras, smeer en vocht
Dan weet ik, verdrietig en een en al traan:
dat was de laatste keer dat ik zo'n dure schoen kocht
Awkward Irony Awkward IronyAwkward Irony by ~psychoproser
He likes her
But doesn't want to
She wants to like him
But doesn't
How awkwardly ironic.
Hospital Bed I dreamed I was asleepHospital Bed by ~psychoproser
And everyone
Was crying
I wanted to move
But found I couldn't
My eyes still closed
My body silent
No beat
No breath
Still lying in bed
With a doctor
saying sorry
to my parents
Metaphore My eyes are the seaMetaphore by ~psychoproser
My hair is golden
Waving slighty in the wind
My lips are roses
Words witty but kind
With sympathy to those in need
One can think to know me now
like me, hate me, dislike or adore me
But always, always take in mind:
Everything looks prettier
in metophores
Music by ~firarifunda
Snow White and fluffy. Beautiful and magical.Snow by ~Missing-happiness
Each flake is unique in their own special way.
They all get along, and combine to make whatever a child desires.
Why can't the world be like them?
People are predigest, sexist, raciest.
Why are they like that?
Snow flakes are better.
All Beautiful Things All beautiful things, old and new,All Beautiful Things by ~anonymoosey
help you see the brighter side.
They make you smile willingly
and stop eyes that come to tide.
All beautiful things, though are bright,
know not what they're truly worth.
They smile as each day awakens
and when dusk has come to birth.
All beautiful things are like magic,
they move mountains deep within.
They let your spirit sing out loud,
and stop the pain before it can begin.
All beautiful things have their purpose
and they do all they must.
They sing for a day that saddens all,
and they turn all tears to dust.
All beautiful things are mystical
and should never be forgot.
A bea
Dear Boy Dear boy,Dear Boy by ~ShadowedInnocence
Such fickle feelings. Seemingly meaningless but awfully strong.
I'm not even sure how you can mean so much to me. I feel like
I barely know you, but still I long to hear your voice.
Dear boy,
You're not as pigheaded as I thought you were. Now I just
feel lost. So much honesty makes you so terrifyingly real.
So suddenly perfectly human.
Dear boy,
I will never regret the day I took a chance. You are more than I
could ever wish for. Perhaps when I waited for you I felt this
would happen. Please don't leave, please don't think I feel too
good for you. Thank you.
Dear boy,
Do you think of me? You seem to have disappea
Sta.sh
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