Devious Journal EntryPAPADAMS!
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*fizz*
*grow*
*whumpf*
*CRUNCH!*
MOOSE PIRANAH!
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Bus buddieshello? Who are you? I feel like we haven’t talked for ages.Bus buddies
We meet each other every day we say hello and yet still feel like strangers.
That letter you wrote me some time ago I looked at but haven’t yet turned its pages
though they will be blank I think because all you can write with are razors
and though you share my bus seat all you can give me are empty gazes
You’re mouth says the right words but your eyes are trapped in silver cages.
and I wish I could free them but we are
by ~Psycho-moose
Kermitby ~Psycho-moose
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Just Another SuicideAt 6:19 that night, it was the end of life. Skin to a knife.Just Another Suicide
Just another suicide.
Collasped in the dark, fatal body art, Cuts on her wrist leave more than a mark.
Just another suicide.
Death on a white sheet. Teen angst on repeat. Another suicide complete.
by ~machen-sie-mich-blut
Ghost Riders In The SkyLook up, look up, look away See them fly now, see them fly Can you see them little child Ghost riders in the sky?Ghost Riders In The Sky
Look up now, don’t look down Can you see them bursting through? Shreds of sky torn on their wings Slivers of silver and bits of blue
Look straight up, don’t look away Hear them whisper sweet and low Can you see them ghosting by Reflecting the river’s glow?
Look up, even if it burns You’ve never seen anything so bright As their burning lovely eyes They breathe in all the light.
Can you see
by ~rusty112
Ethereal Dusk~ ethereal dusk ~Ethereal Dusk
I love the cool, fresh air that comes in through the open door at this time of night in summer.
The air out here smells fresh and earthy, along with the smell of the ocean, which stretches before me.
The mountains, dark silhouettes, seemingly sit on top of that ocean, containing its dark blue water.
The light is rapidly disappearing, yet there is a pink tinge to the paper on which I write this.
A wash of light lies across the mountains; skimming their peaks. Apricot in colour, the wash has patches that are m
by ~ank-the-tank
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- Current Residence: My head
- Interests: Interisting things
- Favourite movie: Corpse Bride
- Favourite band or musician: Linkin park / silverchair
- Favourite artist: thylacine-girl
- Favourite poet or writer: rusty112
- Favourite photographer: pirate-soul
- Email: Lizzy_0_0@hotmail.com
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<s>And I'm as dry as these thirsty trees
with big city thoughts in the dirty breeze...
promising to set me free
"waiter, check please..."</s>
Was such an awesome poem i wanted it on my favourites to go back to.
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They think so much about me that they always play without me
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<s>And I'm as dry as these thirsty trees
with big city thoughts in the dirty breeze...
promising to set me free
"waiter, check please..."</s>
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