Our creator is the one who decides our life.
He is also the one who decides our death...
I lie awake, unknowing,
of what my fate holds for me...
You are ruing your life,
so why don't you just use that knife...
My wings have been clipped,
Cause they were broken and chipped...
There are voices
Inside my head...
The rain falls as if it were my own tears.The sun...
My mask’s grown too thin,
And my lies are creeping in...
Doesn't every poet want it to be so?
Be in league with Emily or Thoreau...
And I ~
What did I see...
He took her hand
and she appeared to...
There is a sudden rush of hatefulness within. It...
The anger that seeps out my mouth. The emotion...
I want to feel veins beneath my skin and air...
but this shell made up of rotting flesh shall not...