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It's EasyYou wash your hands when you know you’re not being watched Just like old times. We stare at each other and hold on but there’s no connection Just like always.It's Easy
And it’s easy to be scared of everything. But it’s easier said than done. And nothing ever changes anything. I’m just having fun.
Always in my nightmares but that’s the way I like it Bad dreams come true. If you thought the stars were close I’m sorry to have to lie They stare at you.
And not at me.
They knotted me.
Try to take a breath
by ~AmplifySilence
The Boy without a NameIThe Boy without a Name
There was nothing darker than the nights in this part of the city, so the story goes. They say the moon refused to shine only on this street. They say all but one star would hide. Every night. Only on this street. It was only a fraction of a street, really. A warehouse, an apartment building, a couple of houses—all abandoned, all left to rot and fall to the ground. No one would watch these buildings collapse. No one would save them either. One by one, each wall would descend. One by one into their slow and painful death. These abandoned buildings slumped under the shadows of two large factories, both sharing the same stree
by ~AmplifySilence
Ten Years AwayThe broken old man waiting patiently All these secrets hidden silently In the darkness and wrapped in pain Robe of wrinkles and a crown of greyTen Years Away
Memories of yesterday. The day came for him to run away. Ten years away. Ten years today.
A dusty voice spoken so far away Quieted, having so much to say Returned to dust by the weight of age Heavy burden, hardest war to wage
Memories of yesterday. The day came for him to run away. Ten years away. Ten years today.
His son is gone His daughters have to bury him His sun
by ~AmplifySilence
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..so the sky is falling, lets fly up and meet it if we dont believe in gravity it doesnt exist..
so the crowd rolls on, lets take the long way home if we dont believe in destiny we dont have to meet it
if we believe in infinity we have to hold on
by ~londonrey
Girl Through a Windowshe is finely wired and defined. she likes opposites and nuances in her life but too much of a good thing worries her and she cannot read in the dark without wishing she was somewhere else and that her parents had never met or that autumnGirl Through a Window
would not keep her waiting.
men cannot speak when they first see her pass a window and they adore how she refuses to ride on trains or eat oranges without having her best shoes on. she likes their compliments and how the morning smells like brown paper
by =Scarlettletters
GiftThe other children said he had crazy eyes and made fun of how his mother dressed him and refused to understand why he liked strange colors and would not play with his toys. They could not get used to the voices he heard, or how he traced their faces with his fingers and pronounced them good and were scared of the way his hands made music from plain air. They misread his language and thought he conjured demons in the quiet glade where no birds sang. But the boy only shrugged and smiled quietly to himself at theirGift
by =Scarlettletters
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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"I can't let you go. Slow down, don't leave. Dying days of my youth. Overtake me."
-10 Years
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Tread softly because you tread on my dreams
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"I can't let you go. Slow down, don't leave. Dying days of my youth. Overtake me."
-10 Years
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"I can't let you go. Slow down, don't leave. Dying days of my youth. Overtake me."
-10 Years
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
Come back soon
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"I can't let you go. Slow down, don't leave. Dying days of my youth. Overtake me."
-10 Years
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