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Writer's Block: Food Loves and Hates
Ironically, I cannot live without salsa, yet my stomach dies after eating it. -
Blah Bleck Bluch.
We painted crooked lines ( Read more... ) -
Beholder
I was the car, the road, the mile ( Read more... ) -
Grief
**Sort of a letter, in lyrical form. Maybe a rant. Maybe a scatter of my thoughts ( Read more... ) -
Ash to Ash.
I'll start with my sleep and selfish dreams ( Read more... ) -
Subtle Shard Of Glass
It cut me and it stung me
Like a subtle shard of glass. -
Before It Gets Away
Yes, I'll try to write it out ( Read more... ) -
Letter in lyrical form
Time moves through me ( Read more... ) -
A.S.R
So long sweet summer.
I stumbled upon you and gratefully basked in your rays.
So long sweet slumber.
I fell into you and now you're gracefully falling away.
Hey thanks, thanks for that summer.
It is cold where you're going.
I hope that your heart is always warm.
I gave you the best, gave you the best I had.
You passed on my letters,
And passed on the ( Read more... ) -
To You
Dearest,
There are some things I cannot face yet. And I try to ignore it at first, but then it eats me away. And all I can do is think about how everything is nothing in the end. Ash to ash, and dust to dust. And we're all gonna die, so we have to trust in something. You were my something. How ironic, that now you are dead. I still feel ( Read more... )