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Sometimes I forget I forget that I can sit down in a chair Grab my ukulele And play to the tune of “Somewhere Over the Rainbow” And think to myself That life is worth living
I adore the wind; It’s comfort over rules every And any single thought I have had. Shall the gust turn strong Or the movements go astray It is here to accompany me Even if I’m not here stay.
There is nothing above me but white and blue
Sleep my child and awaken a king... Sleep my child
A child grown up in a world of woes, At times it filters from her head to her toes, But this girl--is not on her own- Swept from emotion to emotion along the coast she travel, In a world of misunderstanding and suspicion she walks, But she tries
We all live within the pursuit of hhappiness/ Waiting a fine line between poverty & calamity/ Looking through a blind success, pick your poison as we fall through Amity/
The room is too warm My palms are sweatty He paces, glancing at the pages. Time is running out I read fast but nothing sticks in my mind. I can't remember the answeres. He glances my way and i flinch.
As going into the tunnels of oblivion it's either kill or be killed It seem as if the snow starts to fall just as the sky does we run for the safety of our pack their have been
I have left the world of lyrics for a time My pain relives with every rhyme Heartache infests my PTSD mind Haunted by the ghost I’ve left behind Peace is proving hard to find
Inspiration What is inspiration but a fanny pack full of hammy down quotes from people no different than you or I. Or is it indifference that allows one to be different. "Haters gnna hate!"
Its a sad poem with no title. I did it today. I never wanted it to be like this Was it an accident? Was it life giving me a sign?