One-way TripThe railroad stretches from here to here IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII Alone I board the train.One-way Trip
It's wails sound Through the grey mist Rich with coal.
Sun-stained strangers Shuffle past As I count the steps I take.
I pick my seat Right at the back Behind the pretty girl in blue.
Moving westward There goes the sun. I hum a song
And picture a scene Out the window's silver railing. IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII
Earthbound BluesI take my steps Down hissing pavements Woken by the sunEarthbound Blues
Grass grow Dust rise A motor car just passed my way
I shut my eyes And dream of birds As the town closes in on me.
TalkingHeavenForWeddingSuppersFor the sun spilled into our window and drowned us in air- We gasped and turned our heads but for the nightmares the day before. Wake- wake to our daydreams of morning blue wedding and glass mermaids dancing.TalkingHeavenForWeddingSuppers
We heard the Gods singing of yesterday as a feast. Night-time supper and they've long past that dream-
But we're still in the rain nibbles our fingertips as they fall from the sky. Quiet, let us sleep a bit longer, replace nightmares with daydreams- dreams of wedding supper if last night happened all over again.
DROWNING
quietly dieing downhow the storm echoes inside the house hollow walls and thunderclouds little children's cries. the black of night holds no regret just like the dreams i have, the ones that include you. you want me gone. or do you, now? i seem to think this ruse is running out. i dont buy into your game, this time. but if you could feel the hurt in my veins, i'll bleed them for you to see maybe you shouldnt think. love isnt meant for rationalizations. the storm dies to a drop or rain or sweat or tears... whatever it is you want. it'll die out, thisquietly dieing down
Of Vampyric BeginningsWith a soul as dead as the moone is olde I live, yet I fail to have life Bound to the ages with unseene chains Ancient be the curses that bynde me And ancient too are my woundes and my scarres For I find I never trust to thee mortals and dwellers Of the light, they shyne to annoyance But I find I may walk as the day weareth thinne As the night shalle soon ridd me the glowing again And the darke, be my friend, I love thy myst’ry, thy way, Misty hollows of dusk and of shadows The shadows leap out as I appear on the path For they love the fine love I provideth to themOf Vampyric Beginnings
- poem twenty-two - - poem twenty-two -- poem twenty-two -
it’s a story of a death-driven world populated with
slave workers
toiling killing
working to the bone paining to the heart
just to live something so tragic so perfect and I turn rotting pages every night eagerly, supsensfully. anticipation for the spectacular finale.
so, she was pretty so, she captivated your glance more than once with her sedated smile and empty eyes but what did
any of this matter when you never told her
a
New Journal entry
Tired
(hint:her dA name comes from the alphabet 'H'
HAPPY BIRTHDAY DARLING!!!!
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Patrick : I'm mad.
Spongebob : What's the matter Patrick?
Patrick : I can't see my fore head.
Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!"
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Dying from fairytale and depression overdose.
Faintly breathing
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Patrick : I'm mad.
Spongebob : What's the matter Patrick?
Patrick : I can't see my fore head.
Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!"
Hohoho~!!!
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Patrick : I'm mad.
Spongebob : What's the matter Patrick?
Patrick : I can't see my fore head.
Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!"
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Dying from fairytale and depression overdose.
Faintly breathing
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Sometimes goodbye's the only way...
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You can do anything with bayonets accept sit on them.
Commissions? [link]
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Patrick : I'm mad.
Spongebob : What's the matter Patrick?
Patrick : I can't see my fore head.
Your chances of getting hit by lightning go up if you stand under a tree, shake your fist at the sky, and say "Storms suck!"
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