The Man Who Wasn't ThereThe girl that lives in the mirrorThe Man Who Wasn't There
Is the elusive that lives in the fog
That mists in the clear forests unto our eyes between the thicket of Dew sparkled lashes
As the catch on the high note of farewell
A song and a prayer and a gospel to be tried
Our faith in our being is our blind seduction
A black abyss or a light filled path we do not know
As the sunlight bent out of shape to colored sparkles
The pretenses fell out of our heads
And we began and died,
In our lifely misgivings--
.departIt's succulent it's raw and it's shining It's gone then it returns, a mirage in the engine's steam Alone with no bags and a stare that makes you want to die Stranded among everyone, On your island in your ocean you will drown How could we have predicted, we count each step then we fall And hold on to those who are rising. We make no sense because you want Tickets to the show Where she stands on.depart
Prayer for the PiousDear Lord our God Help us, guide us, lead us For in the grid of this beautiful arrangement we stand for you Basked in monstrosity For all the goodness is the pain, one to two, we stand, we stand Blind in our forgiveness, an eye for an eye, a world blind In our cathedrals in time, in our statues of magnificent worship For our divine salvation For all the beauty, for everything good and worthy We are struck down as we stand, we stand Lord our God We are martyrs murdered, stains to mar holy minds Our Lord, our Maker In our empty where you promised us overflow of justicPrayer for the Pious
Misummer Night's DreamThe petals look like tissues twirling from the rooftops Swimming in the velvet blanket of summer swamp air Each inhale sucking them closer Bring them to our lips and us to our knees We feel like the world is ending in a sunrise Drowsy in the heat we wonder how we could have Missed this And I dream about the way your hair spirals from the top And falls and falls Til it ends in that little point at the nape of your neck And how the honeysuckle smells after it rains The sweet flat taste of warm coke A midsummer night's dream We fall And fall And look to thoMisummer Night's Dream
period at schoolsitting on the toiletperiod at school
its all over my thighs its dripped through my undies
my favourite pair
someone comes in, i sit in silence. think about dying.
dying over and over in the sun, being immortal and melting over and over
pulp sticks to my fingers wipe over and over never clean think about dying fetuses drowning, too small to save too small to know about better things
the fastest man in the worldhe is happy because he can outrun all potential molestersthe fastest man in the world
Cosmos room
| That wierd girl. Talk to her, she might surprise you. |
Devious Journal Entry
Shitty
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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson
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I luv Anime!!!!!
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But religion's very much a part of human nature...and I find it an interesting subject to explore. And what, I have like two poems that really mention religion.
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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson
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I luv Anime!!!!!
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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson
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This is sonya by the way, i dunno if you remember me o_O
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"I raise my voice to the music and madness, echoing the silence and soul of who I am." ~Michael Robinson
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you go to kent place now or something right?
how is it? / how's your summer?
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