Biography of Timothy Long
im 19, i love to read and write plus i have many quotes and poems, my dream is to make it as poet one day.my poems are usually dark and very depressing about its worth the read.
Timothy Long's Works:
The Dark Aybss
Timothy Long Poems
Kill Me Please!
i just want to cry, why won't you let me die, kill me please as i can not kill myself, im dead for all i know,
oh giving tree, oh giving tree, why don't you give to me, candy and treats with music of all sorts of beats, all sizes and shapes with magical grapes, old and young come along just to play
The clouds were heaving with angst and sorrow. For a legend died today, all because of a great cause that he believed in. The rain dropped to the ground in weeping teardrops that touched the faces of thousands. The thunder sparked the black sky with delirious madness. The hated tyrant and beloved mytr died to end a bloody war and to free a trapped race of the slaved. That man is the great Abraham Lincoln. Abe was assassinated by the evil who he tried to help.
The Number 23
Red in blood, black in evil, silently waiting for the day to come out once again, killing like a mindless beast in the mock of human feast, cunning no doubt with sacrifice about, ancient myths and fair tales do not explain, how this creature is so distain, with one goal to destroy, eyes to cool to see without fear, this creature will roam free so you better flee in sight of he, claws to swipe in blood, with tails in hurricanes tides that bides us here, for in genuine fear, this tear will be the last if were the blast
Love is your arrow in a heart of roses, your saphire eyes burn in old time passion, with great fashion, i be your king in the sun and your knight in the moon, oh how i wish it was you, to do what angels sing in fantasys, grave in which thou undug for brains, to work ideally, to be by your side forever together, in this heart break world.
Driving in madness and the saddest blury, cheating with a devils grin and gods pity, red is always seen to violence and death, blue is the oppisite, which is bliss and kindness, the angels only listen never do, only as if a mysterious as new, which path to take, good or bad, i chose the middle for it could be put in both ways, hating is never going to end, but just ignore the critics for if you do, you unlock your true self.
Keep Your Mind Wide Open
Keep your mind wide open, under the shadows, when i see your face, the saphire glowing brightly in a orange hoo of light,2 sides of one moon conect together in a blink of one eye, always being critized by friends and enimes alike, for what i see is a undying love in a foiled world in which 2 souls aline in over coming doubt and challenges,
It was shining through my eyes with sparkling delight, making my soul britgher, so as it goes to the universal beuty, i may sit to watch it unravel the secrets to life, i tried to see what god wanted, but is not to ment to be, and as for me, i became a star in the light of the eclipse.
With Out A Whisper 2
long ago you left with out a whisper you left with out saying a word, you always said you were alright, but you weren't and everyone was to foolish and blind to see that you were hiding behind a mask of happiness,
Me Alamo Timothy
Me allamo timothy no soy ni deserdenado ni reservado soy sociable, artistico, deportista todas los dias yo estudioso, musica, deportista, y escrbir
the day you went away, my world slipped away, as if i were to roam the sky with a thousand butterflies, the moon tonight is clouded with the blackness that is when the sorrow turns into the upmost joy, thinking that the moon will carry it all away, all the pain for today.
Apart Of Your Memories
found in great sunshines, of smiles to frowns, don't go upside down, the friends go together and leave together, wonderful leaves blow in the summer breeze, growing to right, doing no wrong, trees giving oxygen for life to continue, thinking gets better for older gets wiser, never forgotten good times, apart of you am i, through your memories, you