" I don't think all writers are sad- I think it's all sad people, write."
Word Prompt: Write a 6 word short write-up on Texture
I have become textured by life.
I wouldn't think twice. All I need is her, in my life.How I would fight, for it.©303_kid
In your Dreams
I wonder, when your deepin slumber, have I ever stumbled in And capture your heart.©303_kid
A sad little Man,Building a big empty life.With no love for life.©303_kid
Alright, I feel Fine. Even through I don't feel right. I'll swear I'm right.©303_kid
Bet she doesn't even know,How her smile glows. the way I know?Because I've seen it grow.©303_kid
Haikus, Sit next to, You.
Wish I had the words,To fill your heart, some sly remark.That mended you're broken heart.©303_kid
HaikusSitting next toYou
You whispered, you're sweet love. Addicted to it. I hate seeing it,Because I miss feeling it.©303_kid
Sitting on a ledge.Out of bed. place you're bet,Head first. Or just a place too rest.©303_kid
Haikus,Sitting next to you
Yesterday you saw my scars, Days before I saw your's.Are we keeping score?©303_kid
You can get addicted to a certain kind of sadness.
And sometimes It feels like We are falling apartEven before we could Get a chance to come together©words_by_serene
Wait.Do not hurry.The healing takes time.For the things that are done in hasteare only crimes.©thelogist
In my 20s, I thought what others will thinkIn my 40s, I stopped caring about what others thinkIn my 60s, I realized that nobody actually thought about me-an experienced old man
I get in the point in life that I somehow undersood alcoholics..When you get in to the point in life when alcohol is the best company.. alone in your thoughts with a good wine perhaps a good vodkaI know there are a lot of ways to get by ..But somehow choosing iced cold beer as company wouldn't feel as lonely.©thesickest
If we cant be something, then we will be nothing.I can only offer all or nothing.I can only accept all or nothing.©thesickest
You're the closest thing I have came across the idea of what romantic Love is
You are the first thing that comes to mind when Love is spoken or expressedYou are where my mind wandersAcross the path of fairytales and romantic comedy movies©thesickest
We’re homeless hearts,wandering around, lookingfor hollow rib cages.
Someone asked me why i always like to go dark
The truth is, I can't help it. It helps meYou see it reminds me of where I've been, what I've survived. Why today I feel so aliveIts a place that was once so familiar. Therefore I like to visit it often so it doesn't feel forgotten. It's a place where I wore disgrace as a veil. Red lips, face pale.It's a place I lived for a very long time where devil's danced and angles performed crimeIt's a cloak I wore as a comfort in bare feet and dirt stained cheeksIt reminds me of my corageous heart which now stains pages with artBecause the dark is where I find my muse. In the blues of the abuse. I recharges my light a bright white. Because a light can't shine without darkness.