THIS SITE HAS MOVEDseeya
he sits-she moves-he watcheshe sits still, watching. waiting. looking for a reason to stay. with nothing to say, he shifts his weight to his right foot, he is left handed. he braves a weak smile between his deep red burning ears. she smiles back. his cannot ask for more. the life he has had with this girl has been shakey, hes known her forever, but she never knew him. he still knows her 6th grade locker combonation. she forgot it when she left for christmas break that same year. he knows where she lives. she could have cared less. but now, as it seems, she saw him. almost for the first time. it was tonight. it would happen. he knew it. she knows it. its at the party, athe sits-she moves-he watches
shutup with a teardistracted confused, pushed against the wind tryin dying leavin checking dating nothing there all is gone and nothing will ever be found by the love that cherishes and keeps us alive. people have shed their tears leading and falling and rolling over the dead graves. rusty leaves scatter as they fall around.brown full of sound the city is the place to be. drums rolling and preachers falling. swimming and churning and learning and never never will they ever have another chance to believe to be shaken from the likes of love and curiosity. hey. new people are cool. whats wrong with that? sullen faces fill my life as i try and try i do to bring upshutup with a tear
street spiritcrying softly. crying hardly. crying all the time. never stops to underestimate the minds and the lights that have sholdered the weight of mice and men. men with suits and black hats and trench coats cross the road, seeking and searching. but never finding a way out of the miserable past and futures.no matter what happens, it all goes down to something use ful and g r e a t. blinded by soap and unable to see the world letting the wind take you were ever you may, but never to see anyof it.bamb the floor hits my head, a sweeping blow to the temple. angry shouts of murder and accidentals fill the tainted aire. colours on the walls blend. bstreet spirit
glazed scarsevery time she hears piano keys she thinks in slow motion like a down blanket on fire glossy feathers floating, spontaneously combusting in slumber land where not even the nightmares have wings a tidal-wave-fountain full of old shoes ticket stubs and picture-oblivion whats that song, I’ve got a million photos so go ahead and take this place away from me, she hums it in her head over and over and over and--oh she’ll remember now, she has to anyway because apparently this is the bet it all gets and then comes the massive attack of [cliched poetry] will it mean so much in so long goodbye again adieu adieu adieu...selfish so selfish...there was aglazed scars
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"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I learn by going where I have to go." -Theodore Roethke
never mind, now that i think about it, you don't deserve fate. you're not a pirate...woaaahhhh....burn.
giggle.
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"I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow I learn by going where I have to go." -Theodore Roethke
It was a joke
lol
lol? Maybe?
eat that
and choke on the sludge.
mike...why you always gotta be making fun of people?
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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