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My insides are burning softly
tired of this old routine
sitting here at night
as I fight with my conscience
It burns angrily deep down
keeping my mind awake
from the embers the
others make for me to wrestle with
Can't I go down my own journey
Can't I find out for myself
that everything you swore for me
I should live through
And I know I can't take it
And I know I might break
with day to day inner wars
I'm screaming to the sky
I'm screaming to them all
I'm tired of having to be the one to call
Anytime I find a need for change
I have to ask everyone else first
if it's okay for me to feel comfortable again
No more asking, no more caring
I am who I am
I might be nameless
I might be unheard
but I can stand tall and proud
without a doubt anymore
tired of this old routine
sitting here at night
as I fight with my conscience
It burns angrily deep down
keeping my mind awake
from the embers the
others make for me to wrestle with
Can't I go down my own journey
Can't I find out for myself
that everything you swore for me
I should live through
And I know I can't take it
And I know I might break
with day to day inner wars
I'm screaming to the sky
I'm screaming to them all
I'm tired of having to be the one to call
Anytime I find a need for change
I have to ask everyone else first
if it's okay for me to feel comfortable again
No more asking, no more caring
I am who I am
I might be nameless
I might be unheard
but I can stand tall and proud
without a doubt anymore
Literature
Dreamcatcher
Men. Men with guns. Why not? Two of them, two men, and in keeping with my usual themes they'll be brothers. The older of the two, that's Jack—and while we're on the subject, the younger one's Lawrence. God, just looking at them, you're reminded—they're the kind of people who can remind you—of what the difference is between the merely good-looking and the truly beautiful, between those of us who are fine to look at and those of us who are fine the same way a masterpiece is fine. These two men, our brothers, are really and truly handsome, so handsome it's almost painful sometimes to look at them.
You see them out of the corner of your eye in t
Literature
We Watched Ourselves Dissipate
we caught our breath with butterfly nets
and exhaled
the pieces of each other's wings
that stuck in our lungs.
the sky gave a shiver and the stars
unsealed, their firefly cores shimmering
and fluttering
toward us.
plucking them from the air, they slip
between our fingertips
and fall like butterfly wings
to the ground.
we conduct the celestial engagement with
our metallic hearts
that control this unsteady rhythm of
love crescendos
and staccato love-making.
like conductors in an orchestra.
our lives write the love songs.
Literature
quacking jokes
three ducks explode
into laughter:
private joke
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Usually whenever I want to do something different, I ask a few key people. And there is always a couple people who say things that just irk me.
s.
Noah .
Don't criticize me on this piece please. I'm too angry to deal with constructive (good) advice right now.
s.
Noah .
Don't criticize me on this piece please. I'm too angry to deal with constructive (good) advice right now.
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wow, I feel exactly like this sometimes, it's abit freaky tbh.
brilliant piece.
brilliant piece.