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#scylla
Drown in your sorrow and fears, Choke on your blood and your tears. Bleed 'til you've run out of years.      We must do what it takes to survive!      Give up your honor and faith, Live up your life as a wraith. Die in the blood where you bathe      We must do what it takes to survive      We are the same, you and I
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May 13, 2025
May 13, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Scylla (from EPIC the musical(not written by me!))
Half drowned in those wine dark eyes drunk off those fermented words that trickle off those lush rose lips Calypso or Scylla, I know not it doesn't even matter as long as I am with you
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Aug 30, 2018
Aug 30, 2018 at 11:20 PM UTC
Drowned Drunk
The hanky he was sobbing into was crusty, ***** unwashed, unclean; yet strangely comforting to a little boy, as he cried he made his way to a culvert behind the school, some place the other kids couldn’t see him crying, it was more comfortable being near rocks -next to that watershed for some reason? He looked down at his antagonist, the scaly-green feet, they made him cry harder, he lamented… “Why have I been tormented so?” “Who gave me these feet? Who made me this way, lizardly, scaly, an animal no?” “What class am I, what species? Are those toenails, claws or a disease?” “The way I’m treated makes me sad. Where is my mommy, where is my dad? “Did I come from an egg? Didn’t we all? Why do they pick on me, make me feel so small?” “My feet are reptilian even I can see that!” “Am I part lizard? Are there horns on my back?” “I can’t hide in sneakers ‘cause the claws tear them apart.” “Not great at math, language or art.” “They always pickin’ on me, today it’s in the schoolyard.” “That is why I sit here on the rocks crying with my ugly feet and sullen heart,” “Cannot run fast so no baseball, basketball or soccer…” “The other kids tried to stuff me in my own locker…” “One mean little girl even threw a dead mouse at me!” “But I’m only part lizard as far as I can see?” “My English teacher says that my words are like a bird song” “If I talk like a birdie along with monster’s feet, no wonder I don’t belong!” “Even still, to be so mean to me, I know that it is wrong…” “ONE DAY I WILL SHOW THEM ALL, THESE FEET THEY HAVE A PURPOSE!” “MY WORDS OF SONG AND FEET OF MAGIC COMBINE A COSMIC CIRCUS!” “I am no freak of nature, no forest Pan or Satyr…” “It is not the way I look, my clothes or feet that matter…” “It is what is in my heart and mind, the things I do that truly count…” “For those things that make us different, for they are tantamount…” “Seven heads, seven stages, seven fables, seven sages” “Seven stars and seven wonders and seven heavens that we’re under…” “And all those things they say are great and marvelous about us…” “Will one day be written in the book by Great Old Uncle Taautus!” *
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Jun 9, 2016
Jun 9, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
Scylla’s Son
The hanky he was sobbing into was crusty, ***** unwashed, unclean; yet strangely comforting to a little boy, as he cried he made his way to a culvert behind the school, some place the other kids couldn’t see him crying, it was more comfortable being near rocks -next to that watershed for some reason? He looked down at his antagonist, the scaly-green feet, they made him cry harder, he lamented… “Why have I been tormented so?” “Who gave me these feet? Who made me this way, lizardly, scaly, an animal no?” “What class am I, what species? Are those toenails, claws or a disease?” “The way I’m treated makes me sad. Where is my mommy, where is my dad? “Did I come from an egg? Didn’t we all? Why do they pick on me, make me feel so small?” “My feet are reptilian even I can see that!” “Am I part lizard? Are there horns on my back?” “I can’t hide in sneakers ‘cause the claws tear them apart.” “Not great at math, language or art.” “They always pickin’ on me, today it’s in the schoolyard.” “That is why I sit here on the rocks crying with my ugly feet and sullen heart,” “Cannot run fast so no baseball, basketball or soccer…” “The other kids tried to stuff me in my own locker…” “One mean little girl even threw a dead mouse at me!” “But I’m only part lizard as far as I can see?” “My English teacher says that my words are like a bird song” “If I talk like a birdie along with monster’s feet, no wonder I don’t belong!” “Even still, to be so mean to me, I know that it is wrong…” “ONE DAY I WILL SHOW THEM ALL, THESE FEET THEY HAVE A PURPOSE!” “MY WORDS OF SONG AND FEET OF MAGIC COMBINE A COSMIC CIRCUS!” “I am no freak of nature, no forest Pan or Satyr…” “It is not the way I look, my clothes or feet that matter…” “It is what is in my heart and mind, the things I do that truly count…” “For those things that make us different, for they are tantamount…” “Seven heads, seven stages, seven fables, seven sages” “Seven stars and seven wonders and seven heavens that we’re under…” “And all those things they say are great and marvelous about us…” “Will one day be written in the book by Great Old Uncle Taautus!” *
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