The TruthThis book is hollow, because the words mean nothing and say nothing, and they're dripping off the page like the ink has melted under the white-hot intensity of your scrutiny.The Truth
The edges of the pages are grubby from your continual thumbing, as you try to find some hope and truth in its lifeless pages. You fold the corners over, just like I do. But you lick your fingers to flick through the pages, and all I can think about is how everything you do is always more genuine than when I do it.
The leather cover is worn and fraying; I can see the words I had engraved in it: "To you, from me, hoping that it will br
The ChildrenAnd he holds two fingers up in a mock-salute and mouthes the words "one, two, one, two, two-, two-, two-, t-" like a recorder on repeat, skipping, sliding, jarring against the sides of my head and my ears are bleeding.The Children
The eyes of the children stare at me accusingly; there is no hiding from blood of the innocent, from the tears and cries of the young. I see one who glares more malevolently than the others - I see evil in a child, the devil in God's form, in His recreation of himself.
I do not believe in a God.
Alex.Alex, innocence isn't overrated; don't believe what the girls and boys in their makeup and bloodshot eyes whisper seductively in your ear;Alex.
One day soon they'll crash and burn and that's exactly what they're hoping for - the cataclysmic end to their miserable lives, a suitably hollow finish to the suitably hollow fireworks announcing their arrival to your world.
It may be easier to see the world in shades of grey but monochrome is far more interesting; black and white cuts life up into sharp edges and cold words and cold hearts and sharp words.
Hopelessness: another word for not caring anymore. &nb
WreckagesOne day I will figure out what it is about you that makes me feel this way Fireworks explode in my mind and electricity fly from my fingertips To meet in a glorious touch of your lips.Wreckages
I need something to obliterate me I absolutely need someone to tell me this is a bad idea I need something to stop me from wrecking everyone and everything that is good in my life Crashing and burning has a whole new meaning with you.
I can't get away from you, Every step I take you drag me two back You're everything I want and anything but We're both wreckages, we fit perfectly Int
I'm back.. kinda :/
Distracted
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Photography is a way of feeling, of touching, of loving. What you have caught on film is captured forever. It remembers little things, long after you have forgotten everything.
- Aaron Siskind
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
we will fold and freeze together far away from here.your poetry reminds me of the title of one of my favourite anthologies
"the poetry cure"
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I do requests! Check out my gallery: [link]
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We've met before. But I think that you're going to remember me this time.
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So when did you change direction, when did you change your mind.
- and never changed mine.
Song: Seek
Artist: Addison Road
xo!
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an antique arms and armor expert
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i believe in music the way some people believe in fairytales
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