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WatchingI'm not living it like you. I don't dream it like you. And all I know is this: That I'm trying to keep my head up, and trying not to try too hard.Watching
This way, watching you, I almost feel like a waste of time, a pandering of blessings. And all I can do is try to make myself feel diffirent, important, meant for something more.
meant for something else meant for something more
by ~sticks
In The ClosetIt starts in the corner and creeps up. A low rumbling drawl; tumbling metal tumblers pushing air.In The Closet
Far below comes a clicking. Dotting the Thump Thump Thump with needles in time.
Suddenly,
It stops. That heaving iron breath slows down. Click. Silence gets louder. Cuh-lick-uh.
Where is everybody?
by ~sticks
You Wake Up One MorningAt this point I'd be nothing for you. Rivers don't struggle through stone and barb to dwindle to a trickle, though perhaps your world lives upside down. Actually, I've always thought of you that way, with your gravity growing deep in your head and your smile cracked down to your knees. In fact, if your feet weren't treading air I'd almost laugh at the absurdity of it all, only you're lying on my chest and the weight of the situation is suffocating me.You Wake Up One Morning
by ~sticks
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The Lost Chamberthe first boy i ever loved lives in a freezer in my heart it is a white room, walls covered with ice crystals he sits in there night and day hating where he is, shivering in the room but i know he wouldn't be happier anywhere else underneath the ice there is padding on the walls i don't know if he went crazy when he got in there or if he went in there because he was crazy.The Lost Chamber
the blood doesn't pump there anymore but people say once it did as the empty veins run like old pipes hidden in the padded walls they are almost beautiful with blue rust and shimmering icic
by ~servechilled55
raw sandpaper oceanic lifeyou're weaving kelp bracelets and crab-claw chains and this raw sandpaper oceanic life is tumbling spare change into a salvation army bell ringer’s pockets ka-ching, jackpot, dimes and nickels pour from his dead eye sockets take your winnings to the tax man up on his hill leaving just enough to pay for your vitamins and veterinary billsraw sandpaper oceanic life
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