I'm not suicidal just accident prone
StumpedI could really use your advice right now. I think I need to hear it again, for old times sake, because I cant seem to keep my head on straight. Not to mention I feel like everything and everyone is against me but all I want to do is fall asleep and forget it all for just one moment. Is that running away or is it taking a breather before I set off to deal with it? I really see it going both ways. Ugh...I don't know. Please help. I need your wisdom to grace me.
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Many a Road, You Knowyou could have sworn that all the days seemed bittersweet. but the sun is still coming out.Many a Road, You Know
and you could have sworn that the lights never felt so bright,
and that her voice is like CPR on your heart, jolting your flesh, but never waking your eyes, still quiet fanned by the wind, your only solace from the monsters and the phone call with an empty space behind it is easier on the eyes.
chaos is all you think you know, what you do not you are still searching for, like a long lost pup.
You have a pushed under the rug feeling, aching at your muscles. little people bumps
by ~francesdance
Subtle taste.They have skinny chalk legs and they whistle into tea cups with their petal lips. They are the only mouths I know that bloom; open up like flowers yawning like tiger jaws to roar with the morning. Their home is constelations. Their home is burbury and jagged arms. Their words speak more like songs with cliche metaphors, recycled antynoms mixed in with unfinished thought. They are food processors, churning up words as if stuffing meat into a blender. churn churn churn. pushed by heavy fingers, mutton hands.Subtle taste.
They only read the surface scars. The tiny baby ones that resemble malignant tumors. It is somehow relatable to talk about t
by ~francesdance
A Poem About Forgetting.She talks about “forget,” like it’s a dirty dish. That all it needs is a good swipe of a washcloth to get the dirt off. She says “forget,” like it is meant to happen. Like it something that must be done because it is there for that sole purpose, to be done.A Poem About Forgetting.
She says “remember,” like it is an echo; traveling off her lips out into the ears below. Trembling into the chests of people who have bigger shoes to fill. Who’s souls cling to their hearts for comfort. Who smell ideas and feel inspirations and carry pens to write them down. Because it was remembering.
She wears
by ~francesdance
Yes I do.Yes dear, it makes me angry, makes my eyes bulge with stones to know your heart still burns a different candle for a different girl with long brown hair and eyes like the grass.Yes I do.
Yes, it makes me tremble, to think that your not thinking about the things that scare me, or the silence that takes place of my words and all the times I waste having to piss on the bushes because I'm not afraid of peeing in front of a boy and letting him see the end of my hips, and where they begin. And no, I don't always want, to say what I'm thinking but I know that helps make all the flowers in your little garden grow a bit faster.
But I see a
by ~francesdance
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human butterflies.i.human butterflies.
i am cold.
(she says i'm not real, but she is why i'm here.)
there are many solar systems i've drifted through to come here, sifted through fingernails like cloud wombs and sea paint, searching for the heart that nobody seems to want.
i thought i'd had my heart all along, but my hopes seemed to feather along my cheeks like fallen eyelashes. one day, she taught me that i could open myself up, peel my ribs apart like the opening to a birdcage, and find myself empty, no tissue, no heart, nothing to touch. i was a bird skeleton, wings folded in
by *rottenpeeches
Devious Info
- Current Residence: inside these fleshy walls.
- Favourite style of art: Almost all mediums that I know of.
- MP3 player of choice: ipod.
- Personal Quote: "There are two ways to pass a hurdle-leap or plow right through."
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
--
You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
for your precious support.
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i found reason to keep living
oh and the reason, dear
is you.
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You may be right
I may be crazy
But it just may be a lunatic you're looking for
Turn out the light
Don't try to save me
You may be wrong for all I know
But you may be right
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