Galaxies And Vintage LPsYou’re on the edge of something. Be careful. Don’t slip. You’ve got to be cautious. Deliberate, but not sudden or intimidating. A poem is like a fawn in the forest. It’s shy. It doesn’t know if it can trust you. You’ve got to show it that you mean it no harm. Be patient. It will come to you once it’s familiar with your scent. But once it has put its faith in you you cannot break that trust. It won’t understand. Do not abandon it part-way through. Do not give up on it. See it through toGalaxies And Vintage LPs
The Decorum ConundrumLong nights spent awake With tears in shadowed eyes Arguments and endless fights Her only lullabies She thinks she shouldn’t feel it After years of it being this way But each word is still a razor And she is fragile clay Nights spent on her knees In pleading and in prayer But it seems the one she petitions Simply isn’t there And all too familiar Is a sense of utter solitude Forsaken though accompanied Left alone to brood She wishes she could know Peace and paradise But all her world consists of Is agony and ice SheThe Decorum Conundrum
CuredMy fingernails are purple And my eyelids are blue My t-shirt is pink and green And my jeans are brand new I’m all dolled up in colours I’m betting on high tide But no matter how vividly I paint myself There is no brightness inside There’s a bottle in my cabinet And on the label is my name It says take two at bedtime To wash away the pain The doctors say it’s better When I’m neither there nor here Five is their favourite number The only one they’ll hear I don’t miss my days of sorrow I don’t miss my daysCured
ltlo: god+the worldDear God,ltlo: god+the world
After a solid seventeen years on your rotating ball of rock and molten lava, more than five hundred million seconds lived out in exactly two of your houses, three of your schools, and countless of your classrooms, nearly nine hundred week’s worth of words, sounds, shapes and figures, and of course, millions upon millions of faces of the people you have shaped at your macabre potting wheel, I have just one question.
Are you holding out on me?
Home, Sweet Home
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'&&She said, 'I'll love you forever; I'll find someone better.'.♥ -All Time Low
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"Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of job. It's always you versus a blank sheet of paper and quite often the blank piece of paper wins." Neil Gaiman
I am glad you enjoyed it.
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“It is only after we’ve lost everything that we are free to do anything”
Tyler Durden “Fight club”
“He who makes a beast of himself gets rid of the pain of being a man.”
Dr. Johnson “Fear and loathing in Las Vegas.”
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"Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of job. It's always you versus a blank sheet of paper and quite often the blank piece of paper wins." Neil Gaiman
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Don't let your name outweigh who you are.
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I'll give you massive head trama and severe hemoraging! <3
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"Being a writer is a very peculiar sort of job. It's always you versus a blank sheet of paper and quite often the blank piece of paper wins." Neil Gaiman
...and this is sarah by the way
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