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Bats there are bats in aurora the sign says bats and shaking head i don't think i've ever seen those creatures here. and where's the difference between good intentions and bad? i think i've chosen alochol instead. don't let me cry because i'm not supposed to care. i'm let down, sorry to say banking on love in lust a pretty picture but you can't grab something when it's nothing you got. he will be the one of something someone i haven't found he will because he is and this test is just getting through all that has to be now. |
Little Spaces there is little space that takes together into to get her. little space that makes this team into an offense. I must say I'm tired of little spaces, of the object still mean and a struggle so renewed. I'm tired of prayers that make me guilty for being myself, and she says "shhh, there's only a little space between us and god." and I can't help but think how tired I am of little spaces. |
Juliet's Actor Red (Anymore) Actor Red with soiled heart, What pity grasps the turned away faces of two thousand bent bitternesses? I speak of him, lost in his skin, shrinking from its hold of his soul and yes, he has one. It beats like a soldier, but not the new kind -afraid that maybe someone else was right and he wasn't listening anyways and the only sounds left are ominous ridden clicks of a pocket watch starring at him from his palm. There is a side glance and in the dark that glard spot fades into with a bleeding heart, what about me? I speak of myself. Examining the shade of being a mere spot in his shadow. "Direct direct" heard inside. The Actor Red stands down stage, his lines about his sneakers and his role defeated by the heaviest held head in the world, could you have such shoulders? By now the book clicks shut, readers strain for meter and "what the hell mumbles that 90's girl, not even a poet" You see there is no time for a play the Actor's left before the curtain, the Director rings her tears in sighs by the corner and no one wnats to hear the fall of two loves anymore. |
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| Standing up is a curious thing. There are times that we think we can't. We awake in the day with the hollow feeling inside. And it's like something had been feeding on the soft part of your chest and your spine is no longer attached to your body. An ominous thought, "I can't stand up." And then something occurs. Maybe small like a question or stressful like a test. You answer that question or take that test and slowly realize that you had been standing all along. |
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i'm so strong i'm ahead i'm taking charge of the class i'm more than you'll ever be if i can only get there and i'm making it revenge, Take care, you sorry sport into the night and above the dreams these aren't as fake as everything makes them seem on your way into my shadow coming through me with words my tears have some bitterness against your sky and it ends with your closing eye so just close your eye babe. one day this is the answer of nothings into twilight of dreams that you could poison my roots and that i could grow into a much more beautiful thing. |
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