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living in the past I remember a time when I was younger, sitting around with a small congregation of my friends. We where utterly bored back than; in the dark ages of life. We had already seen it al, and we had already done it all. I remember how we all thought "just wait, when we are a few years older, we'll be soooo cool, we'll always have something to do." The great fun we would eventually have was so exiting to think about. Looking back though, those few years made almost no difference. We had found that thinking about growing up was actually better than doing it. School got harder, our innocence became at risk, and girls came into play (and I'm not talkingliving in the past by ~CynicalBoy2
fallen angel Silver liquid flowing like a rotten old man,fallen angel by ~CynicalBoy2
spit in my face if you will but here me now.
This is not your place,
go,
and live in heaven with the rest of you.
A fallen angel,
a dying rose.
Do not tear off your petals for mortality is sin.
Rotting inside,
silver mold eating away at your core.
Never dispel the ancient ways,
modern humanity is rarely humane.
Once you remove your petals,
your wings,
your soul
you can never return to the garden of Eden to live with the roses,
spite me if you must,
you will ride that silver sparrow home again.
inside this house Inside this houseinside this house by ~CynicalBoy2
Crouch feelings that have never been provoked
Never been encouraged
Never been expressed
They're hiding
They're awake in there
Falling in the void
Calling us, waiting to explode
But they can't come out
Not in this house
Not for a mother
Not for her child
Even when the paint has worn away
They'll still be there
Hiding in a house that will never be a home
"Families" in days to come may slip though them, pail; cold to the touch
Breathe them
But how could they know them?
What wall can it be?
That they keep between them
In what light
Would they ever see it?
Maybe there aren't any feelings
It coul
Sta.sh
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feed your head, everybody must get stoned
~*$olaris*~
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- art, poetry, dance and song is just a way of speaking of things that can't be vocally spoken of. ~Me
- "Grace" is but the knowlege of rythm. ~Me
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~Les
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everyboddy puts something funny or meaningfull here, but not me; instead i put this
(I... am not a nipple, I... am not... a nipple, I am not a nipp) dont judge me
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SABRINA; i've learned to retreat at the first sign of danger. i mean, why wait around if it's just to surrender?
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everyboddy puts something funny or meaningfull here, but not me; instead i put this
(I... am not a nipple, I... am not... a nipple, I am not a nipp) dont judge me
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everyboddy puts something funny or meaningfull here, but not me; instead i put this
(I... am not a nipple, I... am not... a nipple, I am not a nipp) dont judge me