ARKO, 13 december 2011
I am about to write what I am feeling right now, what I see, what I
hear, what I experience right now. I am sitting on a stool in a
south-facing room in a house where I stay, perhaps it can also be called
home. I can see the shadow of the grills of the window in front of
which I am sitting – (... więcej)
liyo, 12 december 2011
kill them kill them all before they will kill you the things that you own might end up owning you
kill them smoothly yet swift and sweet not as a self deprivation, but as a form of self preservation
kill them weather it's an object, a person or a place as the moment they own you
there's (... więcej)
KD-galaxy, 11 december 2011
reasons came for forget bad thinks
i give 100 for your lies
i live for you.
warra ''eureke'' love is not easy us i think
someone should spot me from my life
i been for you.
tell me why you lie.........
teach me right from wrong............
stay with me, stay with you.........
(... więcej)
KD-galaxy, 11 december 2011
I work alone at his funeral
wish to be my
I say
you left me alone in this scary world
so I closed my eyes
hopping wind will come to change the places.
I work to the west
and see his face
smile and raising up sky
I ask him why you lift me alone
but he gone away
away from me.
I'm now (... więcej)
Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011
Never seen the light
Never seen the night
The pigs, kept in the dark
Tiny cages
eating whatever crap
They’re fed
Waiting for nothing
Struggling to survive
A stranger grabs one of them
Pokes the stomach
Drags him squealing away
The placid creature
Hypnotized by the stun
The (... więcej)
Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011
I cut my wrists once before
The blade, felt soothing, and the worries, and heartache washed away with the blood
I am stuck, everything that means anything to me has gone
I have nowhere to go, and no one to turn to
Resisting the urge to do that again
The relief is something I desire so much
But (... więcej)
Tahlia Hilton, 10 december 2011
How is it, in a crowded room of people? I feel so alone. It’s like being in the brightest room… and yet, still blindly searching for a light switch. The switch that only I can see and be affected by, as everyone else can plainly see there is no need for another light. Still, I feel like I am (... więcej)
Pranesh Varan, 7 december 2011
The crowd kept filling in, barely any room to breathe let alone stand. The sheer number alone confined in those small cubical joints would give jitters to outside bystanders who so very wrongly judge and mistake us for having voyeuristic pleasures, a sort of kick if you will, by standing so close to (... więcej)
Frances Carter, 7 december 2011
You say "I love
you, boy"
I know you lie
I trust you all the same
I don't know why
'Cos when my back is turned
My bruises shine
Our broken fairytale
So hard to hide
“Dinah! Dinah! DINAH!!” The whispered yells echoed through
the croft. I shivered from my hiding place (... więcej)
Frances Carter, 7 december 2011
The first impression is of
darkness. Then the temperature hits you like a tonne of bricks. Stumbling,
lost, in an empty, lifeless forest at midnight on midwinter’s eve.
No sound, no smell, no taste. The
only feeling is of falling snow landing softly, threateningly; it wraps the
land in a freezing (... więcej)
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