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I was strange/ Books and papers were my pleasure/ Unlike the kids who wanted treasure that one could not afford/ The shelves overflowed with my stories/
She said she was strong but was really weak. She tried happiness but never seemed to find it. Life never seemed easy for her. Why does everything go so wrong? I need to find love to save me from falling behind.
I was up early this morning, and saw a sunrise. The whole sky was the purple-grey, and it scared me. Last night, when I was still up, I looked outside and the whole sky was purple-black
There are things impossible, things unseen In the darknesses between each sunbeam, Nameless shadows, and wordless paths Spun together in covering laths They watch and they wait
My Uncle joined the circus, which is okay, I guess, if you like that sort of thing. Truth is, that sort of thing really creeps me out, like how Lunchables
How strange That hands so gentle could touch with such fury And damage so intensely. How strange That hands so rough could touch the hearts of so many SO tenderly. How strange
Dreams are what suckers are made of Nightmares are what I am made of I lay in my bed with my eyes open
Once upon a time, There was a beautiful girl. Her hair smelled of rotten pine, Skin rotting off in whirls. "Beauty," the Prince said
I drank a pint of beer. I chased it with a glass of gasoline. I filled it to the brim with the stuff. Yea, thats the stuff. I walked over to Joe. "Hows the wife and kids?" I took a swigg of Gas.
It's strange, Its wonderful — This ache #sixwords #life
It's strange because I'm not afraid when I should be.It's strange because as delicate as life is, I take it for granted.It's strange because as I grow, I get emotionally drained by the day.
I am, A worshipper, Of the heart, bound to find Strange ways to fill the loneliness, In it. #cinquain
This is more of a trial than you might think (The mother in law comes to the salon first) The area closest to the church can be dangerous for anyone. It happened year after year Sort of like on purpose The two dead dogs In the street outside my w
Each moment seemed just as unreal as the lastThings that were strange to me pastLeaves fell from the treesEyes searching each of the mysteries Just when I thought things couldn’t changeI saw the same old palm treesThe trees that make me want to l
I used to have a God I think I left him, but is there a chance that he has left me too? It's so that eveything hurts and words are all that come. No feeling. No understanding.
Do you stare after me
Titter tatter Pitter patter Up the swing Beyond the ladder And that's where you'll find the wonderfully mad Absurdly distinct Derisively deranged
You can tell me what to wear, Casual converse, lipstick, hoody, I don't care-- I will be me. You can tell me how to walk, Straiten my back, Like it's a rod, I'll still be me.
I am not oh-so-beautiful I am no princess in truth I haven't a drop of royal blood Nor silver save my filled tooth Perhaps one may overlook me Give me not a chance
Lonely nights sitting in my room
Wait it out.It will be okay.Everything's going to be fine.You'll get the hang of it.It will feel like home in no time. Shut up. I don't want it.
They are the people, they are the crew, They are the ones who might scare you, They don't play no same games, That's why no one knows their names,
With surreal blue skies The black covers feel the most Tangible, Alive
I am the strange man. The man that is a boy. The boy that is a man. I play words as a decoy, I refuse to write and wrong with the same hands. So I try to write as well as I can.
I never felt more alive than
I find that there is no pleasure truer Than playing trumpet alone in the sewer When that exasperating feeling comes I go there to rattle my tympanums
We were holding handsYou were looking at meThe way boys always doWhen they want something moreI got up and walked awayI just wanted spaceWe were on a couch in a clothing store
Like oh so long ago When young lake listened and bright stars shown and far roads are travled on. We travel on Through old swamps In winters cold. Warm blankets cover
Untamable This space is cold The name I chose became the main chain-reaction to maintain with a brain too strange for the average face to smile at so brace and don't hate just cope I came to hold
Mystery, mundanity; normality profound proffers suggestions to bold quivering chin. A man! I can be as charade hysterical flowing through brain of body ephemeral, briefly insane.
The truth of forgiveness is a loving embrace: once seeming lost, warm radiant beheld of passive serenity gathered its force.
In a deep dark forest, there is a caravan of traveling strangers Hosting a creepy carnival, with many possible dangers