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don't waste the day by laying down,
you'll get nowhere til your feet can touch the ground
and don't close your eyes to hide the sun
but to block the wind when you start to run -
campus
why do people die in threes?
a comfort counting tick the living need
to keep the game intact while these
the waking up, they won't be coming back
every morning we arise
to keep the fire burning, to devise
new ways to count the empty eyes
that turn away and let our stomachs sink
i swear i'll take my caffeine high
over a slow heart beat any day
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there's a method to this madness like the spinning of a storm
with the city buildings burning under good orion's form
you could ask me why it happens, or when the word comes up
you could bring the rest of us up to speed
but there always is a balance between chaos and compassion
where the measure of the want outweighs the need
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this is the only way i can think of to communicate
lester and whitney are pianos.
Lester
She is the girl I dream of. Her voice carries down inside of mine, pouring into me a burning comfort, warmer than summer and softer than all the memories I once thought I loved. Her beauty has been overlooked, out of tune and stained carelessly by the cold her family absentmindedly left to her, left to sink in ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Epicurean
www.addictedtoveggies.blogspot.com
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red orange yellow green blue indigo violet
one two three four five six seven
ay bee ci dee ee ef gee
*cough*
i'm tired and i want chocolate
but i can't open my mouth, because it hurts.
it hurts to open my mouth for chocolate
but this is all i really want
i had a dream when i napped today
that a familiar stranger slept in my home
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love, in its own way (stream of consciousness)
something so beautiful, bending warped and fading perception of the interactions between yourself and mankind. other people rushing by, looking and teasing and loving but not deeply. it's all on the surface, some of it left just beneath the skin, waiting to be found out, expecting to be found without words. without actions. but without these, what ( Read more... ) -
old shiz
i cleaned out my email inbox and found these random tidbits of nothing, sent to me from my phone, written late at night while lying in bed months and months ago for no reason. stories? no. poems? no. i don't really know what they are.
this is what i do, this is who i am.
each of us have our own interests, preferences, talents and downfalls, and these ( Read more... ) -
on the way home
Finding comfort in everything ( Read more... ) -
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twitterpated baby doll, you precious thing ( Read more... )