i don't even remember much of what writings and such i've put up. but, there will be more to come as soon as i find my binder with the most recent writings.
cool aid.


Third Decadeas I walk away, nature is what I am...Third Decade
I found my wings
I burned them down magic is what I know, there's no shame in my eyes feeling best... move on our best friend our soul I found my wings
I burned them down in the spirit of the flame I can't stop now burn them down


HeroInmelody a stolen gaze "hello" to "wonder: is it today?" anxiety builds under your couch moment (one) on a hill dear Polly, so sweet Polly are you too occupied to live? to reason? is my question your open window to freeze my veins?HeroIn


so youthe needle won't scratch the song will write itself solitude will tear away all sense and leave you standing cold, naked, and alone but who ever said you'd make it out there?so you
the simplest of thoughts caught and muddled away smoke fills up the room and you're bound not to feel the sharpest of arrows flying into the twisted lonely mindless wreck you've become
the hours are fading the walls are falling the cardboard fort isn't enough anymore and you're left clinging again to your paperclips and cushions &nbs


SelectivityWhy a word? This is no particular thing. It can't be defined in an objective way. The unstated dangles by half-open mouths, a yawn like a cat stretching blithely at noon as silence leans back on an unbalanced stool --Selectivity
let it fall. The moment suggests it should be so. If I see that your eyes project pictures behind the irises, protean circles and spires of curious leadings in lines of blank swaths of colour, then I should say nothing. &
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-mir-<3
today, like anyday, no one speaks, passing me by, wondering why, today, its a melloncolly day
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<3 danii
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Ass- It's What I Kick.
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on the low
we out work-
out think-
and out class 'em
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...A star up in the sky, a poem to the dead. Let this mistake bring a vidid crystal to her eye. So drain out my lungs, before the fluid brings a choke. I cannot inhale the sparkle of your voice...
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*Stock*
~BreakMe-Stock
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Au hasard d'une rue, une nuit
Je poursuit les ombres qui s'égarent
Ô grotesque songe qu'est la vie.
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