I can leave you with your words
and you won't like the way i say
i want to kill your mocking birds
Those damn birds of pray
i want them to cry for your one eye
they are the all day
i cry when they left me there
with my heart and my chest ripped open bare
you left me to die
which i must say i didnt mind
my blinding life thought it wanted you
but it was wrong, for once it was wrong
your theigh, my eye, it hurts to lie to you
i want your confusion on my floor
and i hope it withers away away from me
as i sit in front of the door
blocking what the adults, what they say to me
So sigh and sigh all over me
and then your going to pl
Dining in a cave'Done with it' by cellar-d0or, literature
Literature
Dining in a cave'Done with it'
My life was over at least i thought, every morning when I'd awake to the wailing of my 6 AM alarm clock
But I'm still living, somehow the world keeps spinning, but the feeling was never really forgot
Tomorrow can come, but sometimes i think I'd rather that it did not
And I'm stuck staring down my doorway, still waiting for the sun to come up
Anything to ice down my burning brain, to make this repetition stop
A new Rhyme Scheme that's not so bleak, some dream that'll never be, because what I've learned is that worth isn't always summed up in the cost
And i will trap this dark in the basement, no more stumbling around in this midwestern f
Oh i hold in my head the reverence of those words you've so beautifully said
my guilt for never sending thanks, for the love i so carelessly spent
from now on till when, my shadow paces your halls again, you will be a dream as i lay asleep in my bed
constantly held in suspense
you're the cloud that hangs over my street, the floorboards that moan as the house starts to breathe
the motionless air that surrounds everything, the branches that move when my eyes are getting blurry
the grass that stays green even when the winter has made my blood begin to freeze, a solitary silence in the middle of a story
having known you for so long, it's h
Just here to hold your hand by EmoJoe69, literature
Literature
Just here to hold your hand
So, the mother said "Poor Richard, it's a shame he had to die that way" I replied "he's buried in the back yard, you know". Then we left the house and explored the yard until we came upon the tombstone of Poor Richard. Once again the mother said "Poor Richard, It's a shame he had to die that way" then she added "That's no way for anyone with half a sense to die" I was puzzled by her reaction to seeing his grave. I thought she would be more pleased with what she had done; it did turn out just as she planned.
With nothing more then a "Goodbye" I left Richard rotting in the ground to be mourned over by his murderous mother.
I walked to
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Gosh i need a new camera, my current one is so crappy. Ill be taking pics um of my friends band called the loved ones they are really big and playing at the knitting factory...so look out for those. Oh and im going to be posting some of my lyrics and poetry i guess you can say soon. Ive been writing a while but never wanted to post it but i figure what do i got to loose...
I im so fucking happy that schools over now i have more time to take pictures and stuff. I. I just watched my latin movie like three times on my BIG tv. Also i realized like 2 seconds ago how fucking retarded and just like stupid some people in my school. I mean they just do and say stupid things . Yeah well i am just going to sit back and do nothing all winter vaca. Just relax thats what vacation is about you know. Wow christmas is only acouple days away..weird like i wasnt eve anticipating it this year. Yeah that means my birthday is also only acouple days away...not bad huh?