Devious Journal EntryI still write in journals, but barely anything in a structured form. I haven't died though, have no fear.
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The New PetI stole the Savannah River this morning. Poured it in my bathtub to keep it, a pet. The cat got jealous as I left him alone to bathe in my new, cool waters, trying to escape the Georgia heat.The New Pet
The river, angry in its captivity engulfed me, smothered me, and waited. I started to drain away, under gallons and gallons crushing my lungs
I started to drain away and with me, something else. Something I kept locked away for fear of flood.
The ocean of anger I stored in my skin
by ~REMcycle-rewind
Insomniacs are people too.It's like a haunting with no paranormal features just very normal creaturesInsomniacs are people too.
getting through the night
The doors in this house are creaking cracking cawing
as I exit the room trying to entomb a quickly sinking slump
then it's capillary red red red here and here in the mirror
in my eyes blinking at flourescent bathroom light
scritch scratch write whisper write
by ~REMcycle-rewind
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250 christians can't be wrongI. The counselors tried to keep the children calm before meals. They lined them up by cabin in front of the dinning hall and preformed various stunts to pacify them until the tables were set. Sometimes they sang songs with hand motions:250 christians can't be wrong
“Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark do do do do do do, Baby Shark. Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark do do do do do do, Mama Shark, Daddy Shark do do do do do do…” The song continued to tell the story of a woman swimming who suffered a shark attack and flew to Heaven. It was an annoying tune with gestures that involved little more than clapping your hands together in a verti
by ~missedpoints
No Answer“You know you’re special to me, right?” Christine was lying in his arms on his bed, wearing only jeans and undergarments, while he was shirtless. She smiled and looked Justin in the eyes. “Yeah, I know…” then she shrugged. “What?” He asked, looking at her curiously. “It’s just …” She paused, “Does this feel right to you?” He didn’t say anything for a moment. “It always feels right with you,” he replied quietly. Christine looked at their hands intertwined between them, and thought about what they had just shared.No Answer
by ~silentangeldying
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Realize, sometimes I fall in love from a poem,
each language is its own passion
each syntax, a new religion,
and new words, a romance
I get lost in.
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(Dark-eyed Boy, sing me the blues
your sweet southern blues;
I will always want you.)
k
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Be yourself. Just be. That is all you need to do to impress me.
Bless,
k
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To be honest... I don't mind getting Rickrolled. That song is fucking catchy!
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May these virtual gray walls never fade for you!
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-- F.
"like two mammoths tusk-locked in ernest sport at the edge of the advancing ice age, you were my mystery and i was your mystery and in time we discovered that mystery was our home."
-l.cohen
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