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 Jul 2015 glenn martin
Harsh
Remember, dear;
There will always be who I am tonight.

Provided that my demons keep their peace within the cage of my ribs,
and our pools of patience endure their droughts and despair,
I’ll hold you when our bones are brittle and our hair is silver.

And when those days come, and for the thousands of days in between, there will always exist a man inside me who was (at least once) everything and anything you’d wanted him to be.

You will always be the lovely lady of my life, and no matter how fate decides to shape our time together, I will always be ready to hold you in my arms, however weak they may be. I will always listen to whatever may harrow your soul, however hard of hearing I might be at that point. And even when I am blinded by cataracts and carcinogens, I'll always appreciate how you smile with your eyes and how your nose crinkles a little when you laugh, I'll always be able to tell you how lovely you look.

We may be torn apart or we may grow together but regardless of our proximity, I will always be who you once fell in love with, I will always be everything you once needed. And as I have been for you, I will be once again.
I stopped eating because I was tired of gaining weight
I stopped weighing myself because I was tired of disappointment
 Jul 2015 glenn martin
niamh
Sleep
 Jul 2015 glenn martin
niamh
We sleep
So our darkest thoughts
Can be passed off
As nightmares
 Jul 2015 glenn martin
Jenny
A pale fragrance lingers as she thinks back to last night.
The sheets of her bed cry and scream for attention.
Her bed yearns for action as it is succumbed to being shoved into the wall countless times.
Night after night..
But on this night she summons up the explicit scenery planted her in sub-concious mind.
The one thing she's been trying to run away from.
So she comes back to reality and realizes that she's hungry,as she sits in the depths of her despair.
She leaves her apartment.
And the only things comforting her are the soles of her feet, becoz...
when she walks the ground speaks.
She leaves her heart in the dump
Because she knows that it isn't worthy enough for the night.
She has long died on the inside
So she swallows her pride
And Gives the last man a joy ride
Not long after she's found next to the dump on the street side.
Atleast she was left next to her heart :)
Hello?
Is anybody out there?
You said you would be there
You said you would catch me
If I fell
Well I'm starting to think you lied
Because now I'm calling for help
And no one is answering my cries

Is anybody out there?
The tide comes in
       The tide goes out
The sun goes up
       The sun goes down
The moon will wax
       The moon will wane
The life will live
        The life will die
The sad girl will be sad
        The sad girl will stay sad

Some things are just constant
There's no freedom
anywhere

except what's envisioned
in the mind.
 Jul 2015 glenn martin
Joel Frye
the pack of demons
who run with me must know that
i'm the alpha male
"...i don't wanna do your ***** work...no more...."
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