

SpeedThis wasnt the way it happened Where did it all go?Speed
Bright lights are shining all around me. My eyes flicking from left to right fading in and out. Theres Tim running off in the distance. His jacket is all torn and a sleeve missing. Damn he got hit so badly. Brightness floods in again and my pupils cant handle it. My eyes now squinted see the lines of streetlights along the road. Theres so many so many single specs of light blurring into a continuous streak. Its so pretty
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Dont worry, he tells me. He tells me i


Cold MorningSubtle indentations in the ground Spell disaster Signs under the grass flow through The clouds spit down the life Never going to understand The growth of simplicity And the damage in the water The fallen autmumn leaves Illuminate the beauty of the frosted grass Cold morningCold Morning


AwayTheres a girl sitting at a park bench. Its old and badly weathered. The shading trees have kept the sun from its surface allowing the dampness to settle. Shes been sitting there for ten minutes, maybe more. There is a vibe of comfort that she emits from her potent position. Her head is bent low and her shoulders are hunched over a piece of paper that she has been writing furiously upon. Words are spitting out fast from the tip of the pen; becoming more and more incoherent. She let go of a salty tear that seeped down her cheek and rested on her chin. She wiped it off with the back of her sleeve, pulled smartly over her hand.Away


An Epitaph to CrackFoxi saw her die,An Epitaph to CrackFox
but stood helpless on the sidelines,
as she drowned in her own emotions. gone was the bubbly,
sometimes loud,
sometimes shy,
always pretty,
never mad.
eccentric friend
she gave up, the light flickered out in her eyes,
just an empty shell. no life, no love.
or is it, no love, no life?
she lost her way in a darkness so deep,
we could never find her,
she drowned in her tears,
and in jealousy and despair. i held her hand but she could not feel me there,
we screamed her name


makes me happyacid tears melt themakes me happy
stone around my heart built up from years of self abuse ........neglect built up to protect the scared little boy too scared to make a phone call too scared to exist outside the odd text a few postings on the internet shrouded in the mask of the sexual predator shrouded in the mask of the drunk shrouded in the mask of the extrovert but behind the mask
is the little boy that still cries himself to sleep mourns the days of youth running in the fields 16 years old by the river strumming chords and drinking beer


Louder than the Dayopposites attract apparently... they say.Louder than the Day
silent is to loud as day is to night you are to me as dark is to light.
but I cant be silent of how i feel about you ill shout it from the mountains after all, wouldnt you?
yes, we are the opposite but i dont really care because love is what we have and theres nothing opposite there.


Golden StrawsGolden StrawsGolden Straws
You believe you suck Life through a golden straw When in all honesty Your life just sucks
You have all the money In the world, Yet you cant buy the Happiness you seek with A meaningless piece of paper Or a shiny object
No, the gratification you seek Is out of your reach Because its cost Is something you Are too frightened to pay A commitment wrought from the Heart
So go back to your troves Of money And hope The dreams of a happiness Just beyond your reac
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