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Take me back please. All this wisdom has made me weary. Like a sickness, it's etched into my lungs. And like rust, it blooms between my joints.
Open your eyes.long have they waited for you to wake.One hundred years ago, they saw light.Don't you think they deserve to again?
I can measure my life in moments: Before and after and when. When I realized that my parents weren’t google and God combined, And, no matter how hard I searched, I’d never find an adult who could fix anything,
The house, dark--locked doors behind which secrets floated. My emotions were like poison to me and all others. Weak, debased, I turned to a place where no one judged;
Art lets me release my pent-up feelings, Lets me take out my frustrations, Lets me escape my malicious thoughts. I need expression to clear my mind. No other thing could replace the effects that
So Rough So Curved Words are When paired with a double-jointed mouth. I bend my words past reflexion Just enough to cause perflexion
i watch you fadeinto the nightof formless shadowsshapeless sins they swirl around youbefore the strikeof deathly terrorsshrieking fiends
Tug of the hoodie, up and at em’ boy This is a setback; hell, the nights still younger than we are Huddle for the cuddle, group shot, 3 quick clicks, done Red eyes removed at the touch of a button
I am an escape artist
Thank you for electricity.
Sun Dance I'll pass along your view With solemn bliss tonight, The dreams of southern summers Are so close in sight, Rainless relics of stars Are in your eyes tonight
I want to sit To close my eyes and just sit. Please stop the noises And the sights burning through my mind Please. Just. Stop. I want to breathe I want to breathe so badly
I don't feel as if I'm here. It is not with me, So strange to be in a place that I should. And all I have is lies. I've forgotten,
The chance that a black hole will materialize on earth is so infintesimally small as to be considered 'practically' impossible But still the quantum physics suggesting the possibility
On the ground were my feet, my head in the clouds As I dreamt of a place that can never be found: “A place with no pain, a place with no sorrow, A place where there’s always a brighter tomorrow.
It’s the end of summer, 2005A little girl stands amidst a seaof strangers, flowing around her,unobstructed. A thousand voicesmutter around her tiny, ten year-oldform but her voice, no matter how small,