Strange Dream(2) It was raining outside my house and I was indescribably depressed. So much so that I amputated both my legs and threw them out the window. I woke up in my dream and could no longer feel my legs, but I could walk and feel them with my hands. I left my room to tell my mom that I couldn't feel my legs, and she reassured me: "We'll take care of it later, don't worry." So I walk outside, through the garage to see. It's still raining and my legs are lying in a white heap beneath the front window.
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BetterSomeday, I want to be perfect- just like you, So when things make sense, It's because I want them to. There is nothing I can say, That someone else hasn't said better. You gave the title, And I wrote the letter.Better
One day I'll be good, So you'll understand what I say. Even if I'm not the same- It'll be better that way. I'll fit all my clothes and file in behind her, So when I open my mouth, It'll be for the better.
And maybe they'll know I don't know what's inside me. But that's for another day, And taken so lightly.
by ~lovedLIKEwinter
SoSoSo
Why does it end so suddenly? The silence falls so much like dripping water. Smoke billows and then twists upward. It forms hands and fingers that try and catch air as they float upward- Gently.
Never has quiet seemed to violent. Cars rush past- Ashphalt, grass, The cold air burns. I cough. Sputtering, angry spasms shake and take hold.
Walking back, Cool, calm- One foot, then the next. Hands shake in their pockets, Eyes dart and stay turned to the ground.
So.
by ~lovedLIKEwinter
GoodnessWho are these people With their unfamiliar smiles and tinted eyes? Who are they? They goaded those children into staring after them, Their eyes greedily, Hungrily taking in everything they saw. And why not? The likes of them had never been seen round these parts, Never before or since. Because they came like a hurricane wind And gobbled up our young'ins, Long before their mothers began to worry; To know they were long gone.Goodness
by ~lovedLIKEwinter
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Explosionaby *complejo
on a whimfeeling empty, feeling dry hooked on candles feeling high strange sort of bubbling inside my lips painting on comforton a whim
stealing small trips the grip on my brain the grip on my sight hoding too long falling by fright crying too late wasting my time singing me a song now and make sure it rhymes rythm is dearest words are my air comfort me softly you gave me a scare hold me down on the ground try not to look honesty's important, i'll take what you took forging connections between the moon and the sky,
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| I want to drive an ice cream truck and sell frozen happiness. |
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- Current Residence: apparently the north pole.
- Interests: i really dig anthony micheal hall.
- Favourite movie: the fall|eternal sunshine of the spotless mind|the science of sleep|amelie|the princess bride.
- Favourite band or musician: sigur ros|the dresden dolls|band of horses|massive attack.
- Favourite artist: william thiebaud, salvador dali, ray johnson, and andy goldsworthy.
- Favourite poet or writer: salome.
- MP3 player of choice: my fake ipod.
- Skin of choice: large and furry.
- Favourite game: who doesn't love hide and seek?
- Favourite cartoon character: jack skellington.
- Personal Quote: 'a child of five would understand this. send someone to fetch a child of five.'
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