

praise from the innocent mindBy the waters edgepraise from the innocent mind
By the waters edge the sun sets No pollution, no cars, no jets The rippling water flows so quiet There are no guns, no fights, no riot As the sun rises so early in the day You can see the mountains, red as clay The soft green grass underfoot There is no fog, no smog, no soot The peaceful green trees The cool content water is all He sees Who is He you say? He is the robin that hatched today But when you leave this place Saying goodbye is not what you face For it will always be here, and so will you This place yo


Falling GhostShe looked to the ground; biting hard enough into her lips she could taste the metallic drip of her own blood on her tongue. She rolled her eyes back deep into her eyelids trying to let those drops of weakness fall from her eyes and she looked up at him in anger.Falling Ghost
You just dont get it do you? Fine, Im not perfect alright? Im selfish, Im clingy, Im needy, Im uneducated and I have little motivation in my life other then my pretty much hopeless dreams! I cry too much and drink too much and smoke too much and smile too little. Ive been a goddamn loser my entire life. A goddamn fuck up. But for


how long?How long can these demons torment me? Prodding and grasping into a fragile mind How long can they twist my every happiness And make me feel its impossible to find How long will the girl in the mirror Laugh and taunt upon my face Point out my imperfections And tell me Im losing the race How long must I keep walking Alone and unprotected in the cold How long will these tears have to fall? Or is alone what I shall be when old? How long will I be an embarrassment? To everyone for whom I care How long will I have to accept That when it comes downhow long?


imperfectthere's a girl in the mirror who glares at my face who scolds my imperfections and pleads for my caseimperfect
there's a girl in this picture who looks at me so sad tears fall down my face am I depressed or am I mad?
theres a woman in this shower who sits in the bottom and cries her knees can touch her chin because of her thick thighs
there a woman in this kitchen hating everything around looking at every mistake and on the counters her fists pound
there's a girl in this bed who cries because she's alone imperfection
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