my mind is hazy, clouded by nonstop screaming
shouting, yelling obscenities into the void of my mind
the depths within echo these cries
until their voices grow hoarse
they continue to wail
watching and waiting for time to run out
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Reply by iamperoxide
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only half-worried that i may go the wrong way and find myself back at the beginning,
it only makes sense for me to be. i mean, look at the grand scheme of things. we either get a whole lot better or things start going down the drain. who am i to say what my future holds? sometimes i think about how much of you i've really seen. not more but not any less than the person next door. i'll throw a part of me up there and hope that for a split second we can fuse together and i'll finally be a part of you. i can only wish. i itch for it.
Reply by The BX Prodigy Zav Merk
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Grand scheme of things
The fat lady sings
That's when everyone says it's over
Fallen from battle like soldiers
No best part of waking up isn't folgers
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Reply by Cesar
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Check it out!
The young child says,
"Check it out!"
No one looks.
"Check it out!"
No one looks.
"Check it out!"
The child says over and over again, until eventually it gets tired of asking. Before you know it, the child is no longer young, no longer a child and it's stops trying.
Stop to check it out from time to time. Someone's life may be depending on it.
Reply by vic_zombi3
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no one looks.
i feel eyes burning into my head
but when i turn, nobody is looking.
no one looks.
what if my hair looks bad,
or my makeup looks off?
will i stand out too much?
no one looks.
i walk through the halls in fear
without any source at all
and when i look around
nobody has noticed
my bad hair,
or my runny eyeliner,
or my chipped nail polish.
no one looks.
Reply by barely.set.dining.table
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without any source at all,
no one looks.
go on, go on
we can crowd around the campfire
for as long as we want to.
our voices cannot drown out
the depth of darkness
that lurks over our heads.
the moon is so brave
to stand in that very depth;
so kind she is too,
that she would ask to borrow the sun's light
just to make us feel safe.
Reply by deddy roze
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Up this bleak hill
No horizon, and a slip away from The End.
For such a cheap thrill,
Once again, we play pretend.
Reply by adam_lol :3
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Tear off your hair, tear off your skin, tear out your organs and give them your heart, that will make you selfish when you refuse to give them your bones.
Reply by adam_lol :3
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Why is always the nostalgia the worst way to be conformist?
U remember u past like the prettiest thing, but u know deeply thats not true.
Why we always remember the good things, as a method to think that this was our place, to feel that we had a space in which it was us, our childhood we remember with joy.
but maybe, just maybe, that past child hated his present, and longed for his future, future the which you are wasting dreaming about the past.
nostalgia feels good, but it's scary, you just want to be an unconscious child again, right?
that child was not unconscious.