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Christmas can be a time when families get together: Young children scream, wine glasses gleam, both ready for M&S dinner. TV's in the corner rerunning Home Alone, Heart radio's in the kitchen, Chris Rea's driving home, again. Toddlers find the wrapping more engaging than the Duplo Teen couples find the company less of interest than their own. The dog's confused and excited with so many different sources of scratches and pats, he can't relax, his whining is remorseless. Christmas can be a time when families are missed, the parcel made last post winging off to little sis. Zoom will come in handy to laugh across the miles, the screen will mask the tears and focus on the smiles. Gran will talk of Christmas past when everyone was home 'Cept in Gulf War 1 when Uncle John went away, .... Christmas can be a time when budgets get stretched tight, cash pressures get to breaking point and prompt senseless fights. Some focus on opportunity to spend some gilt-free money, the only prayers are for extra hours and a faster tesco trolley. For others it's simply ' Yuletide' an excessive celebration, a winter feast, all you can eat, give in to all temptation. Most focus on the family, even more on the gifts; there's little time for Jesus assigned amongst the myths. Some do remember Jesus from half forgotten carols, they know there's something more than donkeys and angel heralds. For there He is in the middle, noticed once in a while; it's His birthday, but all He's getting is a half-hearted song and a smile. He's no longer a babe in a manger, He's now a resurrected King, waiting for those who would worship to stand and welcome Him in. Whatever your experience of Christmas you can come just as you are, His love is unconditional He'll accept you warts and all. So come on! It’s a season to celebrate! To dance, to sing and to shout! Your Saviour invites you to join Him, so when you sing this Christmas, make it count.
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Nov 27, 2016
Nov 27, 2016 at 5:43 PM UTC
Come as you are
Christmas can be a time when families get together: Young children scream, wine glasses gleam, both ready for M&S dinner. TV's in the corner rerunning Home Alone, Heart radio's in the kitchen, Chris Rea's driving home, again. Toddlers find the wrapping more engaging than the Duplo Teen couples find the company less of interest than their own. The dog's confused and excited with so many different sources of scratches and pats, he can't relax, his whining is remorseless. Christmas can be a time when families are missed, the parcel made last post winging off to little sis. Zoom will come in handy to laugh across the miles, the screen will mask the tears and focus on the smiles. Gran will talk of Christmas past when everyone was home 'Cept in Gulf War 1 when Uncle John went away, .... Christmas can be a time when budgets get stretched tight, cash pressures get to breaking point and prompt senseless fights. Some focus on opportunity to spend some gilt-free money, the only prayers are for extra hours and a faster tesco trolley. For others it's simply ' Yuletide' an excessive celebration, a winter feast, all you can eat, give in to all temptation. Most focus on the family, even more on the gifts; there's little time for Jesus assigned amongst the myths. Some do remember Jesus from half forgotten carols, they know there's something more than donkeys and angel heralds. For there He is in the middle, noticed once in a while; it's His birthday, but all He's getting is a half-hearted song and a smile. He's no longer a babe in a manger, He's now a resurrected King, waiting for those who would worship to stand and welcome Him in. Whatever your experience of Christmas you can come just as you are, His love is unconditional He'll accept you warts and all. So come on! It’s a season to celebrate! To dance, to sing and to shout! Your Saviour invites you to join Him, so when you sing this Christmas, make it count.
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Extravagantly exorbitant mentality panacea Pretentious eidetic’s ubiquity mnemonics Extraversion embezzlement extortion mens rea Endergonic laconic cacophony phonics Preterite rendition enclitic equilibrist motion Mystic symbiosis dharma spiritual sky Brusque macabre abjections the gist of the potion Straight up forever ontology on high Obdurately abstruse vituperatively vociferous Juxtaposition apparition myriad avarice Orotund sonorous diction obliquitous Multifariously versatile nefarious nemesis Mirador bartizan phantasmagoria aesthetics Guidon gyration excursion integration Sorcerous alchemizing interstitial endemics   Chaos charisma objectified tribulation Conjurous apothegms clitoral apomixis Exude emote surrogate extrapolation Astral projection littoral hypotaxis Kinetic supremacy homogeneity gravitation Coercible coalescent cohesion dexterities Adjunct conjunction conjecture acuity Platonic pragmatic prosaic austerities Extemporaneous impromptu innuendo fortuity Propinquity habitation harbinger spectra Perplexing paradox tenacity rostra Intensely cogitational abstract mantra Penumbral exigency , umbrage per contra Theoretical incursion grandiloquent ne plus ultra Exogamy of homoplasy sic itur ad astra Quiescent serendipity surreal anestra
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Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 6:16 AM UTC
Asylum
when you are new, consequences seem minuscule authority is a foreign concept, maybe too close to home a repercussion to fear the day your light enters the world, rules border your actions like the lines on a freeway who’s to say that rebellion is a bad thing expression in its greatest form. acting out to show discontent. but the underlying causes are beautiful. with experience, things become so real. one mistake and you can be sent away for a lifetime. acting out is no longer to show off development at different times, yet 18 years to decide mens rea vs actus reus. shouldn’t it be the intentions that decide? authority to shut down rebellion, self expression if you will own up to the reaction of our action. its a bit distorted. in other words over the top how many rules there are. but whats the point in breaking the rules if there were no rules to be broken. we find ourselves in this given situation. the animosity for authority; yet the lust towards rebellion. if there was no authority to implement the proper etiquette to fit the social norm, would there even be a point to committing heinous acts that are considered “illegal”. living to find a meaning to match with the experiences.
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Feb 21, 2015
Feb 21, 2015 at 12:59 PM UTC
amsterdam
See.                    I'm.                                 No-                      fi-                                   I      thi                   ne.                             was      ng                  I'm.                        up         is                Go-                   rea-           wro-          od,                 lly                ng.      Okay            late.            I had a snack before I came.              The.                              I'm        make.               I'm                Just up.                          Not                  Tired. Makes.                  Broken                      I            Me                                           Don't            Look.                                 Feel                    pale.                Well.                    Yesterday was great               I just.          I'm            I just           Had.                Ha-            Like       A bad.                ppy.               The Sleep.                                               Style. These are the threads Of my web of lies That I build above your heads Strenghth ending everyday My common day lies Spun like spiders silk Drifting unbroken in the skies So plain it stands hidden Entwined strings of excuses To form a mask from the world With a million uses To fake that I am whole Because I am the spider Creeping through the day Dangling off silk as my web grows wider Trapping all the flies
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Feb 9, 2015
Feb 9, 2015 at 1:25 AM UTC
Tangled Threads
See.                    I'm.                                 No-                      fi-                                   I      thi                   ne.                             was      ng                  I'm.                        up         is                Go-                   rea-           wro-          od,                 lly                ng.      Okay            late.            I had a snack before I came.              The.                              I'm        make.               I'm                Just up.                          Not                  Tired. Makes.                  Broken                      I            Me                                           Don't            Look.                                 Feel                    pale.                Well.                    Yesterday was great               I just.          I'm            I just           Had.                Ha-            Like       A bad.                ppy.               The Sleep.                                               Style. These are the threads Of my web of lies That I build above your heads Strenghth ending everyday My common day lies Spun like spiders silk Drifting unbroken in the skies So plain it stands hidden Entwined strings of excuses To form a mask from the world With a million uses To fake that I am whole Because I am the spider Creeping through the day Dangling off silk as my web grows wider Trapping all the flies
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i wiped it... and i wipe it again not because i am so dreary! it just that... i really loved the feeling every time i dropped it out from my heart! the thing is.. all of what you are and all of what you're not! (©) is what I've been thinking of are you gonna come out once again?                                     and                                         if                                      you                                         do?                                           i'm                                         sure                                            there                                                 is                                               joy!                                          but                                   if                               you                                  don't,                                     i                                         knew..                                            i..                                        ..ahhaamm                                         i ah...                                       i                                               know                                                    you                                                           aren't                                                                  the                                                            rea-                                                   son                                             why                                           am                                     i                                             crying                                            !                                            !                                            !   because if i do cry,there is only one thing   it may cause! it was the LOST... (©) ......Tears in my Eyes.... which has been and always be i am longing for                                to                                      let                                            it                                        *loose                                  pain-                                  les-                                     -sly                                       !                                       !                                       !                                      !                                      !                                      !                                    be                                    cause                        i*                                 bel-                               ieve                       tears                             is                                       Gift                             of                           God
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May 21, 2017
May 21, 2017 at 7:57 AM UTC
......Tears in my Eyes ....
i wiped it... and i wipe it again not because i am so dreary! it just that... i really loved the feeling every time i dropped it out from my heart! the thing is.. all of what you are and all of what you're not! (©) is what I've been thinking of are you gonna come out once again?                                     and                                         if                                      you                                         do?                                           i'm                                         sure                                            there                                                 is                                               joy!                                          but                                   if                               you                                  don't,                                     i                                         knew..                                            i..                                        ..ahhaamm                                         i ah...                                       i                                               know                                                    you                                                           aren't                                                                  the                                                            rea-                                                   son                                             why                                           am                                     i                                             crying                                            !                                            !                                            !   because if i do cry,there is only one thing   it may cause! it was the LOST... (©) ......Tears in my Eyes.... which has been and always be i am longing for                                to                                      let                                            it                                        *loose                                  pain-                                  les-                                     -sly                                       !                                       !                                       !                                      !                                      !                                      !                                    be                                    cause                        i*                                 bel-                               ieve                       tears                             is                                       Gift                             of                           God
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,...now whatcouldyoupossiblywant¿ you're rea  _  ch  _  ing  _ ou _ t when-we-both-know that door's ******* | shut | all. those. times. you { ****** {me {in just to spit> me >out > oH; you're_wind//ing/ it/ up again & i'll dive 》right 》in cuz\ **** if \i can @lovemyself enough to  ]] resist ]]
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Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 2:19 AM UTC
duped
"Wow Rea you've got the most beautiful smile ever" *** I Love your smile"** "Gosh girly you have such a genuine smile"
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 9:30 AM UTC
Eccedentesiast
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time. Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.    Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa. A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.                                                               Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy…                                               SwOosh. Hush!            Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy. Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.      A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.                      Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.         In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.         This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.                 “I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "                      The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.                                           Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide.                               As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.             Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land        guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.                This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine. _TRF
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Dec 14, 2016
Dec 14, 2016 at 11:13 AM UTC
Periodical Obscurities
Crackling. Rocking. Crackling. Creaking and oscillating, a century old Mahogany Wood seceded to the paSsage of time. Particles of sand, confounded by the Peninsula’s chaotic, blasting breeze now revealed a shade of burnt tar.    Outside of the second floor Maissonette, sways the rocking chair once warmed by Grandpa. A Tactless, impatient, rhythmic Requiem Bashes near the wiNdow pane as the sunset falls Under the frame.                                                               Empty Folklore presides like the Residue of a once lambent effigy…                                               SwOosh. Hush!            Cocktails were a Preamble to lunch like diabetes to Nephropathy. Corrosive Rhetoric seeped in to expose the ego of a Sommelier.      A smile would Parachute down when you needed it like Nicotine to remind that no Precedent had been set, just an Anomaly.                      Cutthroat beginnings, this was no Analog man.         In grade school his Cosmos found Zion and “The world to come”.         This baby’s Cradle, abandoned High atop a mountain was blown by a Chinook towards the Atlantic.                 “I was found swallowed in a stained Table cloth by Balkan children on a treasure hunt, with no Guarantee and no resignatIon. "                      The boTtle narrates these chronicles and a smile parachutes down when you need it like nicotine.                                           Dionysus Crafted his accounts while most Garnered his spiels with Snide.                               As they witnessed dream remembrance; he thought his memory was Presumably accurate, and although his tales were triFling to the gathering audience, they became his Heliocentric history.             Calling me a young Galleon and handing me a map, Grandpa scanned his hand across the vast land        guaranteeing trEasure would be found if I had no resignation.                This Asinine assertion to my teenage sister Symbolized the Barring of her unheeding imagination by time and then a smile parachuted down just when she needed it like nicotine. _TRF
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Christmas can be a time when families get together: Young children scream, wine glasses gleam, waiting for M&S dinner. The TV's in the corner rerunning Home Alone, Heart radio's in the kitchen, Chris Rea's driving home, again. The toddlers find the wrapping more engaging than the Duplo Teen couples find the company less of interest than their own. The dog's confused and excited with so many different sources of scratches and pats, she can't relax, her whining is remorseless. Christmas can be a time when families are missed, the parcel made last post winging off to little sis. Zoom will come in handy to laugh across the miles, the screen will mask the tears and focus on the smiles. Christmas can be a time when budgets get stretched tight, cash pressures get to breaking point and prompt senseless fights. Some focus on opportunity to spend some gilt-free money, the only prayers are for extra hours and a faster Tesco trolley. For others it's simply ' Yuletide' an excessive celebration, a winter feast, all you can eat, give in to all temptation. Most focus on the family, even more on the gifts; there's little time for Jesus assigned amongst the myths. Some do sing of Jesus in half forgotten carols, they know there's something more than donkeys and angel heralds. And there He is in the middle, noticed once in a while; it's His birthday, but all He's getting is a half-hearted song and a smile. But He's no longer a babe in a manger, He's now a resurrected King, And he waits for you who would worship to stand and welcome Him in. Christmas can be a time for each of us to choose - Our Christmas King stands waiting Will we worship Him in truth?
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Nov 5, 2023
Nov 5, 2023 at 12:56 PM UTC
The One True King
Christmas can be a time when families get together: Young children scream, wine glasses gleam, waiting for M&S dinner. The TV's in the corner rerunning Home Alone, Heart radio's in the kitchen, Chris Rea's driving home, again. The toddlers find the wrapping more engaging than the Duplo Teen couples find the company less of interest than their own. The dog's confused and excited with so many different sources of scratches and pats, she can't relax, her whining is remorseless. Christmas can be a time when families are missed, the parcel made last post winging off to little sis. Zoom will come in handy to laugh across the miles, the screen will mask the tears and focus on the smiles. Christmas can be a time when budgets get stretched tight, cash pressures get to breaking point and prompt senseless fights. Some focus on opportunity to spend some gilt-free money, the only prayers are for extra hours and a faster Tesco trolley. For others it's simply ' Yuletide' an excessive celebration, a winter feast, all you can eat, give in to all temptation. Most focus on the family, even more on the gifts; there's little time for Jesus assigned amongst the myths. Some do sing of Jesus in half forgotten carols, they know there's something more than donkeys and angel heralds. And there He is in the middle, noticed once in a while; it's His birthday, but all He's getting is a half-hearted song and a smile. But He's no longer a babe in a manger, He's now a resurrected King, And he waits for you who would worship to stand and welcome Him in. Christmas can be a time for each of us to choose - Our Christmas King stands waiting Will we worship Him in truth?
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If this is honesty, then I’m tired of being afraid. If it’s not, then I’m just tired. (of being afraid) It’s exhausting. It’s all exhausting. Waking up. Falling asleep. And yet I do it so well. I’ve been thinking a lot about the ocean. It doesn’t mind change. Maybe I shouldn’t either. Maybe I should. Maybe I should take up smoking. At least I’ll taste something different inside these lungs. I knew you wouldn’t stay for very long. I could tell by the way you looked at the airplanes, the clouds, me. I meant it when I said you’re worth it. I’m sorry you didn’t rea— I’m sorry for all the apologies. It’s taken 8 months to figure out that this wasn’t my fault. I’m still standing; rotting crossbeams and chipped up paint, I’m still standing. Maybe I should take up smoking.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 11:51 PM UTC
Maybe I should take up forgetting.
Sipping Red Wine With Disciplined disciples Dining With minds alike Best friends, Next of kin I repent For my sins Then Hug my worst enemy As she Kisses me On the cheek... "Here's my toast, A final cheer" I raise Out my chair Hold my glass In the air Final words spoken In red "Momento Mori Remember the Alive Soon becomes Dead!" Lips stained And wiped With bread My Body And Blood Portrays The art Of Me Spilling my heart As I talk Of My Final walk Remembered For ages to come The pages will turn As nuns Thumb Through my revelations Revealed To show my appeal For Keeping it rea lEveryone stands Clap hands I give the Cue to sit Then Follow in suit Before The crucifix Suited in an outfit That helps My family Come to grips With The Final dip Into oblivion Rest assure The rest's assured With a promised That God keeps Strenght Will be Bestowed Upon the weak Faith Is best owed To the one Who speaks "Let There Be Light" And brightens The darkness Of life I Will take the pain Of a thousand deaths Take a thousand steps With the wieght Of the world on my shoulders As I pass away For my best freinds sins As he watches me Silently Violently whipped As blood drips On a red shirt Tye dyed From the wine I sipped The night before I died
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Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 10:10 PM UTC
Red Wine
in the end, I am declared guilty to be free from the chains of contrivance to finally rely on noble companions from facade to its truths born flowers will bore fruit to be requested release and to forever deny its reprise to be loved, and finally to love and matters not that never mattered past chains perish, and the future followed as warm as the sun forever cursed to bear the fervor to be chained, to be denied and drought as I have done to he as the moon without its sun at the start, the only crime committed was being me
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Dec 8, 2023
Dec 8, 2023 at 11:05 AM UTC
Mens Rea
I remember when I first met her it was like love at first sight and I thought god I'd take her, even marry her that was my first love sweet Claire she was so ******* gorgeous She was young, pretty and perfect and goodness, I was swept off my feet I did love her and adore her but my life was young and stupid and yes mistakenly stiffed her emotionally Such a rose was she but it was never to be I loved her as my first love and jealously I did covet her I even gave her one of my stars Rea Oh foolish fool most profound was I I used to beat myself around such a sweet woman a woman I should of enjoyed rather treating her like a toy I want to make amends for forgiveness is my end as I left her high and dry in those dark nights after leaving, I'd cry and once or twice tried suicide By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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Feb 8, 2015
Feb 8, 2015 at 8:01 PM UTC
I Remember When I First Met Her
"I can't do this anymore!" She screams slidding down the wall burying her head in her knees. "Then stop fighting us" The voices in her head whisper. "I can't give in!" She crys grabbing fist fulls of her hair. "Give in no one will miss you." They tell her. "No, please stop." She beggs. "Your worthless" "Ugly" "A waste of space" "A mistake" She harshly wipes her tears away and stands up. She starts walking towards her closet. "Fat" "A nobody " "Loser" She opens the closet door and looks for the 'box'. **** yourself " the voices chant. She grabs the box and opens the lid. She pulls out a gun and a heart breaking sob betrays her. "Hurry before its to late" Knock-knock Someone knocks on her door as she loads the gun and points it at her head. "Sweet heart dinners rea...NOO!" Her mother screams as she pulls the trigger.
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Dec 13, 2015
Dec 13, 2015 at 9:03 AM UTC
1..2..3..Suicide
insert iliads on how i'm b_o;ken and forgot how to b rea{t:h/e
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 8:38 PM UTC
lažna uzbuna
Words poured out like a salad She wept and cried yelling at the jumble "You won't get me! Just a big pile of salad words!" Her dad stood in her doorway while someone whispered "It's not real, you aren't even her." But she was on the phone with me I heard every word "I'm scared..." fades out like the giggle she keeps hearing and the little girl that she has seen "I was possessed once" she told me, "maybe twice." then we walked on the beach everything seemed calm two weeks later hearing arms scratching the walls and her dad standing in the doorway is it real? real? rea re r
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Dec 4, 2012
Dec 4, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
Schizophrenia (First Draft)
The days of truth or dare Sparked then faded Into smoke Daily Turned to scarcely And helplessly I watched you flicker Things were just getting better You came back! Then disappeared All together Now I watch the suicide numbers Rise And fear that you’re one of them I never wished you happy birthday That Sunday Like I promised I would Did I?
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Aug 12, 2025
Aug 12, 2025 at 1:24 AM UTC
Rea Rose II
Part 1 We count our wishes like lottery tickets And though we  may never quite get the odds right The fantasies keep us coming back... Like hummingbird retreats We know the way The way Impulsive can meet rational Then flip you back to naive The way growing up can feel like A subtitled movie Where the words switch Before you manage to finish rea... Or how hope will keep you begging Like the starving stray dogs Who strut like lions Yet love like lambs Now we're pleading with the hourglass Like kids convincing Santa we're worthy I can't promise I am Part 2 But I have this wish (Just call me crazy) That this love could look something less like maybe And In this wish You'd teach me to harvest A green thumb rooted in something more honest We'd live off the land Grow something withstanding The type of living Earths future will be demanding We'd pick our food day by day Eat like gods And treat each other just that way I see coffee soaked mornings And breakfast outside With that smirk on your face And a blush I can't hide Part 3 So there it is Plain and true (and maybe I've got a ***** loose, or two) But this lottery ticket wish Has my sights narrowed thinner And I've got to believe that it's a winner
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Jul 21, 2016
Jul 21, 2016 at 7:47 PM UTC
Lottery ticket wish
rainbows of oil where your f ingers t ouch leave mar ks on marble leave ma rks on slate leave waves in wa ter and I know you can touch the surface bec ause I pulled you back from goi ng deep before you fell too hard to rea ch the bottom -- -- -- -- I imagined your fingers reaching up
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Nov 29, 2013
Nov 29, 2013 at 4:36 PM UTC
oil slick
and only with the dump grey skies of england do i sit on the windowsill perched like a crow on a rooftop drinking whiskey trying to find a chris rea c.d., although picking out a tom waits’ glitter & doom i find myself reminding myself how i waltzed the empty streets listening to live circus at night, but with the dump grey skies brimful with rain i stretch out from the window with a cigarette and catch tears on the sunglasses i’m wearing, because even though it’s grey and gentle trickle rainy it’s too much for my envious green eyes to look at, so i stretched out in this stratosphere of angry gravity and took the raindrops as tears onto the shades of hades with laughter and glee that might have reminded me of sardined clowns and elephant acrobatics, as this moment already did.
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Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 9:04 AM UTC
elephant acrobatics
I'm sorry, I let you down once again. I've failed myself and my mum, God knows how much I want to make her smile for all she's done for me but I'm sorry. I've stained your heart and and mind. I've corrupted you and gave you various issues. Depression, Anxiety and Panic attacks, OCD and ADHD. I'm sorry. I hope to see you smile one day, I'll fix myself and I'll make you laugh but for now I'm breaking you, I don't know what to break since everything is broken but I'm breaking the broken because I don't know how to pick us up... I'm sorry for the new tears, The messed up fears and nightmares. I just don't know what to do. I'm sorry I failed you and mum, I swear she needs more of our smile than we do so while you're breaking fake a smile for her, I've disappointed way too much. I'm sorry. From: Rea, A pessimistic messed up part of you.
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Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 6:41 AM UTC
Dear Rea.
In the midst of my finest hour, i lick the power and choke on the sour fingers and coming up and out again to scream i've arrived at my destination like some hands on my back again i'm glad i've realized i'm exactly the difference of what your best friend's friend's worst enemy (some ******** like that) one word can change everything- what have you become can't say it's not all my fault, but all these purposes have gotten worse as i walk slower down the hallway, people chocked up together bonding, yelling screaming out Holy Christ, i've come to rea lize that i can't remember why i thought i loved you (or some **** like that ) (like some obsessive stalker, getting darker in the night fading in and eating my oxygen lighting myself on fire to see my surroundings) stubborn and obnoxious, loud and angry i've come to know i can't be like you, that you're my enemy take it with a grain of salt, dear there's some fear in pathos paths of pathos lining up to be shot on the spot disintegrated disgusting delusional and abysmal i may be that of which can haunt you as you haunted me but a little smile can perk around i'll come around maybe you'll grow up to see something and be a little less blind i hope so (all the time)
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Nov 7, 2013
Nov 7, 2013 at 7:55 PM UTC
I Hope So (All the Time)
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Dec 15, 2016
Dec 15, 2016 at 12:37 PM UTC
Asylum
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 8:43 AM UTC
Ready or Not Here I Come
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Sep 11, 2024
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