the endis
here.
Empty Tomb at the ERWhite walls suck life from stagnant halls, redolent of stale, pungent air. hard, pallid lights burn blind spots in my eyes.Empty Tomb at the ER
I dare not look to the left or right to hide your struggle from my sight.
If I stay blind, then I don't have to cry.
Deafening silence slices my heart thin, as it pours through your room, this empty tomb. Blank abandoned sheets strike wonder in me... How did you die? Or are you still alive?
You disappeared either way.
o, brother...another goodbye tonight. it seems i've used that phrase quite often, lately. i wish i never had to say it to you. there is no fitting farewell that would do.o, brother...
why did i wear mascara when a glance from you turns the worms in my heart into butterflies? and the tears will fall like rain to water the precious flowers for your butterflies.
and my heart will flutter with their wings and the cardiac arrest will stop my thinking. i am paralyzed, touching you for the first time. frozen in a parting embrace and i have words to say bu
f o u r letter wordsequality is a n i c e i d e a.f o u r letter words
sure.
but the whole concept-- all that equality encompasses can assure a s a f e daily routine. t i m e is a constant variable.
but it IS a variable; our t i m e eventually runs out. if we spend e a c h day in a state of steady progression, we will not progress.
deja vutake me for granted again. take this day for granted again, just like last time.deja vu
today is just like yesterday everything is the same except the number on the calendar.
same time same place same empty conversation.
every word is hollow: every thought as shallow as your eyes and as deep as your invisible pores.
so i stare at the clock on my wrist on the the wall and watch the seconds go by.
it's terrifying to watch your life melt away. each twitch from the clock's hand, and i am a
My Eulogyno one ever has Friends until they die funeral homes crowded for someone for no one anyone ever knew idle tears like idle gossip and they will all miss not remembering his name surrealism like sand through the hourglass and everything is perfect from the outside but behind curtains their respective mindful observers are the only ones who know of alligator tears and the meaning of the word "confabulation" the Parlor is the new place to be and it is the season of phermaldahyde the In colors are black anMy Eulogy
What Tomorrow BringsI'm compelled to look around Though I know what will be found There's a man without a face Without a heart, without a name.What Tomorrow Brings
He's dressed from head to toe In ugly olive green With a nasty Nazi symbol Pinned upon his olive sleeve
He looks us up and down "To the left!" or, "To the right!" Not knowing what our fate is If death is in our sight
We march past in accord Try to look our very best I'm sent to the right With most of the rest
We walk to a barracks So glad that we could sing We've been spared an extra day
Be Who U are.looking into the looking glass of the past, we see ghosts of who we used to be, happy, carefree, yet a shadow of what you became. innocence of youth lost, dwelling on that 'it could have been moment.'Be Who U are.
no regrets.
as time passes we look back, inevitably to when things were different. that choice moment, when life could have been great, or ended. we all have moments like these,
cherish them. the haunting figures of doubt cloud judgment,
the seduction of the road less traveled becons, remember you are who you are.
never change. taking a step back
Statistics prove that you've one birthday,
one birthday ev'ry year.
But there are three
hundred and sixty four
unbirthdays.
That is why we're gathered here to cheer.
A very merry unbirthday to you, to you.
A very merry unbirthday to you,
It's great to drink to someone and
I guess that you will do.
A very merry unbirthday to you!
You can spank me now....
(started by ~ScarredBeauty)
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Nika (n.)-
Living Anarchy, Pure Anti-Socialism, Utter Chaos; Death Incarnate; Pale Sickness, Hideous Beauty; Bride of War
SEE ALSO: Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse
Absence of Pain is an Illusion: Let Me Show You Reality
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Drink up
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Drink up
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Not all who wander are lost...
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my name is jeremy.
I Love and Live for God
Indie Rock All The Way!
i am into cinematography
I Love Beautiful Girls
I love Violet Burning
[link]
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my name is jeremy.
I Love and Live for God
Indie Rock All The Way!
i am into cinematography
I Love Beautiful Girls
I love Violet Burning
[link]
means heaps.
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