I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
I-I faint before the flickering flame...
nets of shadows cast unto my
statuesque feet-- uprooted by the
Unstruck Sound.

These eyes have felt
their fair share of tears that burn
Forgive my eyes for they are yet so green
They have seen much but still they do not learn

These lungs have breathed
The air both fresh and acrid
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They only do what they must when all runs turbid

These ears they've heard
Hurtful promises and whispers that have stung
Forgive my ears for they are yet so green
They're know not to ignore the language of forked tongues

These lips have served
The most callous of opinions
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They can't seem to curb pent up notions

These hands have grown tired
From shielding my tear-stricken face
Forgive these hands for they are yet so green
They're still so afraid to welcome the gift of future days

These legs are sore
For they have travelled far
Forgive them for they are yet so green
They knew better than to enter through doors left slightly ajar

This mind is weary
From thinking of a life meant only for dreamers
Forgive my mind for it is yet so green
They know not of the inexistence of greener pastures

This heart... My heart
Pounding each beat that betrays
Beats with an anvil in tow
Forgive it for it is yet so green
It's having more trouble than it cares to show

This face I wear
A weathered mask I'm unready to shed
Forgive it for it is yet so green
There's still life in it...
For there's yet much to be said

Strengthen these arms
for they only exist to hold up the black canopy
that is the night sky

May these legs find purchase
on this expanse of tilth
that has received the boon of yesterday's cry

Feel the cadence of my skipping heart
resulting in the breeze of faltering breaths
lulling you as you lie

Comfort the tremors of these quivering lips
as they whisper forth
promises of mysterious galaxies and
cryptic nebulae

These eyes would cast their gaze;
assuming the role of sentry
guarding from all who would pry

My being... My entirety was put here
so that your bed would remain safe
from future's winds come silent and sly

the girl who's wrists shoutout appreciation to her sleeves, never quite knows what to say when they fall down her arms.

but.

but.

but.

just tell me you're not just a little bit proud to wear your scars like badges displayed on the surface of your skin.

---

I'm calling you
it's 3am
all the bars are closed
don't have no more
alcohol
that's just the way
it goes

I'm sure sorry for
the things I've done
the silly things
i've said
i really should be
going to sleep
but this song
is in my head

- CHORUS -

just called to say i love you
that i will always care
if you ever need a helping hand
you know that i'll be there

just called to say i love you
that i love you still
yes, i've called to say I love you
and i always will


babe, i've spent a lifetime
looking for some help
someone else to be there
I couldn't help myself

then all at once i found you
the writing on the wall
you were there
i thought you cared
we could have
had it ALL

- CHORUS -


and now the clock is ticking
i called and you're not home
something's wrong
it's 3:15
I know you're not alone

and so i'll leave a message
though my head is in a daze
i'll leave you a message
and this is what it says

- CHORUS -

---

finally!
I'm getting some
vitamin

zzzzz!

6W
soulsurvivor

Acrostic

~~~=<♡>=~~~

Fourtitude
Abounding
    **Tremendous
Heroic        
        Enriching your
   Rapscallions

(us...)

thanks dad!
£♡¥€
you loads!

By Arcassin Burnham

Life has never been easy,
Thinking I'm queasy,
Sitting in the drug test Line,
In my society,
Depression dancing on my brain,
With dark wavelengths,
Call me the cheapest ******* names,
No one believes in me,
Not even my mom,
But its ignorance taken,
Don't know where my real dad is from,
Wouldn't care if her little heart was aching,
So while in class shaking,
If could feel everybody around me,
Trying to stare through my soul,
I think they'll probably hate me,
As i prove my toughness to these generic ******* that never have ***,
Save the rich kids for later,
Improving all their success,
To soon later live a miserable fate in a place with mammals , snakes and gators,
There is no god if he allows the evils to roam free,
And what ***** the deal with being born sinners,
Either way we're considered mistakes in gods irony,
The Christians failed him anyways but they feel like winners,
Cause they can't go to hell,
I swear you'd surprised,
How hard my life is,
I need a different price,
After 17 years of livin' that's how many ***** I give.