| Looking at the letter "W" |


Family Portraitbirth certificates and family portraits remind me of those days when we all stayed inside because the clouds were crying and the ground was bleeding and mother's petunias were drooping in the cold grey light peering through the clouds and fathers joints were creaking in the chill and the roses on grandmothers grave were nothing more than a pile of muddy, wind-torn stems half-hidden beneath washed out cards and ribbonsFamily Portrait
school newsletters and ink-stained fingers remind me of days when I could see the sun in the sky and feel it on my face, when the windows were open and the smell of jam and honey wafted through the house as mother b


I'm Not Crazymy doctor tells me its all in my head. the noises aren't real and the tap-tap-tapping isn't there each morning. but I hear it. every time I rest my head on that pillow, I hear it. [I checked for a watch beneath my pillow, I even checked to see if there was a clock hidden away in the boxes heaped under my bed, but no watch and no clock, just noises]I'm Not Crazy
the next time I go I tell my doctor I want to cry like the rain and storm like the clouds. he prescribes antidepressants and sends me home to sleep until they take effect. [I wash the pills down the sink because I want to be real, I want to be a human, I want to feel and th


The Smaller You Are...Clouds cry and stars fly, So much higher than I ever will, Though I try, Each time I spread my arms, Time and gravity and reality thread andThe Smaller You Are...
join, Merging into a net over my head, Pinning me to earth, Just in time to stop me from reaching the stars and clouds


Of Mice and :Wo:MenI took the measuring cup from the drawer, slipped on some shoes and went to find the mouse, held, pinned, in the clutches of an eagle to measure the hope in its heart, but found none there,Of Mice and :Wo:Men
just pain and a knowledge of the truth (reality) of its situation and I realised, that I'm just like the mouse.


peter give it your best shot.i fell asleep in the arms of death, yet i was told i was still breathing, despite my bleeding throat.peter give it your best shot.
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i woke up under- neath my favorite tree at the park where i used to loiter on
nights and weekends.
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i walked through days i swore i'd soon forget, and memories i don't remember. because i probably never had them to begin with.
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and hold me now be- cause i'm so close to the edge and i'm slipping, believe me this time it isn't my fault. &n


ContagiousKay has short hair and a name that's shorter. She has skin the same color as paper and eyes the same color as dirt. Kay has a family and a bedroom and a journal. Kay has a life and a body and a smile.Contagious
But Kay is lying on pavement and her heart is lying four feet away from her. A few seconds before, she said, 'this won't hurt.' She said, 'this can't hurt worse than anything we've felt before.' And Kay, she walked across the street but only a couple of her bones made it to the other side.
Elizabeth is watching and her brain is telling her to run and it's telling her hands to shake and it's telling her eyes to close b
| There are Angels and then there are Demons, sometimes the demons are in my head, sometimes they're on the paper infront of me, sometmes they're in your eyes. Sometimes the Angels come out and dance, not for long, but they do dance. I like the Angels better. |
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#Fans-Of-Leiivarius
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hello world.
[iloveyou.]
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i like randomly
putting haikus where no one
will notice them, yes.
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Listen close as the rain falls down to the ground
It's true, we are
we are destined to fail
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