

Burn the skiesScreaming that we were mankind, we lit the skies on fire and burnt the gods above it. The grey steel skyBurn the skies
was gone - our heaven and with, our hopes and dreams - we had shown our humanity and killed their angels as a warning not to enter.
Disassociate

I will write you againFinally I write you again because important things are about to happen, Claudia. You have to know that my mother died. An unpleasant past, of course, and not just for her, but for me and my sisters as well.I will write you again
She was old, very old. I didn’t quite know how old she was. She wasn’t actually sick, but she was thoroughly worn out. My oldest sister, who lived with her, was good to her. She would cut her food, take care of her needs and gave her potatoes to peel to keep her busy. And she peeled, peeled like she was cooking for an army. We all brought our potatoes to my sister and then she would get those of madam who lived upstairs and th


Tell meBravely I look further than I see knowing things I know I cannot be I'm so aware of where I am,Tell me
but I don't know where that is and there's something right in front of me and I touch the fingers of my hand,
and I wonder if it's me, holding on and on
to theories of prosperity someone who can promise me I believe in me Tomorrow I was nothing, yesterday I'll be time has fooled me into thinking and it's a part of me nothing in this room but empty space no me, no world, no mind, no face touch the fingers of my hand and tell me if it's me, holdin
untitled II

- Quicksand -[reality check: 1:00 a.m.]- Quicksand -
scenario:
- bedroom, dimly lit - girl in tears, phone in hand... staring, staring...
(fade to black in 3, 2, 1...)
i sit here staring into space remembering those days when life used to be simple
you were always who i imagined you\'d be but lately all that\'s holding us together is their high expectations and your idea of a simple life... (you can never find that in me)
was it real in the first place?
my eyes can\'t h
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*livingpoetsociety
~LPSworkshop
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-in a world without words..
.....i could never make you cry-
Anyway, it's still my birthday, no?
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Be swift as the night; the words we speak are more agile than the eye can see
'Rains inside my head and bring the color'
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-in a world without words..
.....i could never make you cry-
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Be swift as the night; the words we speak are more agile than the eye can see
'Rains inside my head and bring the color'
Hope to see you around!
consider your style worth being read
k.
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