yesteryear
how should I treat you, now that you're gone?
were the feelings pretty enough to put into song?
how may I perceive you, after you leave?
may I turn our conversations, hesitations, adorations into a thing of dreams?
Topic: Improv
Reply by jimmieixo
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Reply by Crow
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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
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 Billy
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It is like you to walk with me,so clean and pure and bright
Like the stars that shine at night
Like a real moon light
But you my sun and the light of all !
Reply by XxMouth.Of.SamaelxX
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On such a dark night as this
moon light please cover us in bliss
for if the sun would light us all
I'd give everything to heed your call