The Filtered Press
Cut the hip hop
and the pop-synth
Somewhere along the way
we decided to chase
this path… 97 more words
3 hours, 27 minutes
The Chamber of Stories
Was it a dream?
The beauty, the mountains, the lake
Constant happiness, joy, no stress
Dark brown eyes looking so sweetly into mine… 35 more words
4 hours, 25 minutes
I heard the sound As sweetest kiss Assail my sonics In sweetest bliss It drew me on Through dead of night Through alley dark Below red light… 42 more words
4 hours, 44 minutes
All truth is a lie. I’m cynical. For the past twelve years, I’ve lied every day, and I’m sort of okay with it.
So what does that say about me? 460 more words
6 hours, 10 minutes
"You must suffer me to go my own dark way"
I talk so fondly of forgetting.
Each memory should have stayed
Locked in that heart shaped chest
you surgically extract them from.
Lockets made from lost emotions… 81 more words
8 hours, 17 minutes
Sleep is no solace when we are apart
it alludes me, it runs from me
I try desperate measures
imagination and tight grip are bed fellows… 60 more words
9 hours, 40 minutes
Guru Rockness Wisdom of the Day
If you will please imagine me as a genie from a lamp, when I pop out I offer but one wish. The only thing is you may not wish for more wishes or means to obtain more wishes, You may only have just one wish One… 1,294 more words
10 hours, 38 minutes