Born in Denison, Tx but lived in Oklahoma since 8 years old. I usually only write when I'm upset because it makes me feel better, so it might all be pretty depressing, honestly. I'm not depressed all the time though hahha, so don't think I'm just a mope. more »
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Thoughts Through the Smoke
With every hit, the pain fades away, and she is numb again for yet another day. He dissapears, with the thick of the smoke. He disapears, and her chains are broke.
I Am the Media
In this place, we dream a dream. A place society can never reach. We weave these lies, and they chase it. All because the media made it. They waste their chances, waste their lives. They'll climb the rope,
A New Song -new-
Sing me the song of your troubles And I shall weep mine We'll have an album wrote In a short amount of time
My thoughts are my own In my head, unheard, unknown A superpower
He pulls me back to bed Asks me not to go Intoxicated by love I couldn't say no
Alone sits a four year old girl Along with her baby brother, who to her, means the world Parents locked upstairs, cooking drugs in their room As the little girl turns on her favorite cartoons
A Spellbinding Love
Words fall upon words As I fall into your eyes None of it makes sense I know my tongue is all in ties
Ocean Indefinite, blue Adventuring, cruising, tanning Seashells, Sand, Sunshine
A Dream -new-
I don't know why I ever gave you my love. I guess I just wanted to believe in someone. That was enough. To throw all my trust into someone
Cirle of Life
Culture changing, shifting Evolving, revolving One circle of society
Pull me off my knees I'm far too weak And, I mean, I'm trying But invisable glory is hard to seek
Farewell For Now
I'll miss the smile that fixed my day. The kiss on my cheek that made it all okay. The jokes that drove away all the pain and fears. The talks that took away my tears.
Until our Last Drop
Drip by drop, it flowed and flowed. I love dancing in the afterglow. It's a dark night, with mist kissed roads, But there's no place I'd rather go.
Year after year, you'll find me here When what I want most is leave. But years pass by, and man, they fly However, despite my failed efforts, I do believe...
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Thoughts Through the Smoke
With every hit, the pain fades away,
and she is numb again for yet another day.
He dissapears, with the thick of the smoke.
He disapears, and her chains are broke.
Memories are the chains that hold her back,
From every recieving love without thinking it's an attack.
Inhale what works like orgel for her brain,
Exhale the pain she felt that drove her insane.
She wonders if all she'll ever have, is this temporary high,
To get her through these long, dark, cold, and lonely nights.
Sometimes she cries, but her tears are wiped away fast.
She can't allow him to ...