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perhaps the story goes differently this time just like the last time icarus falls but this time someone is there to break his fall apollo couldn't
this is what depression feels like or something else. Anxiety? My head is spinning and is thinking about things other than this world,
Dead. Only to be born again. Seeing the light at the end of the tunnel is equivilant to seeing the Hospital lights hit your big, bright eyes.
We feel pain communally. We cannot process it in our heads as a shared heart, But that is why we let the movements vibrate. Denying divides unity.
Blinding lights A screech A roar Silence Sobs in the distance Pain that will never ease A hand
Memories closing in Shadows of the past Windows breaking Glimmering shards Upon the floor Walls large and daunting No reflection in the mirror You don't exist A wisp of fog rolling by
I'll look out one dayAnd I'll see itI'll see the bright colorsOf the setting sunThe swath of brilliant reds and oranges and pinksI could stare at it for hoursSitting there, rocking slowly
just because the sun setsdoesn’t mean it is gone,with its warmth. just because it has places to bedoesn’t meanit doesn’t want to be here. the sun risesand it sets for us.
A cat, still very wild, thirsts in a desert. An island in a sea of sand, an ethereal woman, too kind, a thirst is quenched, and past lives remembered. The cat perches on a lap, content for a decade.
Origin (Innocence of the Past)
My mother is weak And I cannot stand it She is feeble, stupid, and plain Who are you? And where is the woman that I once knew? You’re a weakling, darling A scaredy little ghost
i believe in our existance we travel 2 very long roads....1 road is the life you live and the life you lead....these roads are like fragile tape reals on your lifes film ..a film fill
i thought i could do it right for once i thought i was right- for once
we all start by hitting the ground and we open our eyes
You are an egg,a lifeless egg,soon to be fertilized into a beautiful human being,you breathe in and breathe out,you live and die.
you took an eraser to my heart and now all that's left are the words you painted with every sweet sentence.
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
When I die, my body will become the grass When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass My spirit will be an overwhelming mass And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class