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of the tiny little things
is what i'm for
so here we are
the couch is comfortable
the lights are low
and you have taken off your glasses
as much as i hoped
to say you tasted like skittles
or what you mean to me:
whatever drags airplanes through the sky,
dutch tulips and digital roses
and warm warm hands
you don't taste like anything at all.
nothing except a perfect copy
of my own mouth
when I haven't drunk in a while
and the corners are sore from smiling.
we both saw it coming from miles away
foreheads, noses, then mouths together
and i couldn't help noticing
again and again
i could see your eyelashes
your hair had fallen over your face
and i fixed it, laughing
because that's what i'm for
The Old FrontierPack your bags, get your toothbrush
Find a car, find a silver cross
Throw a tarp over the windshield and we're covered
Get a road, lay it down flat
And behind us, we'll trail angel floss
So we stay over the sky and not under
It's a long, long way to whatever we want
It's an old frontier that we've never come across
And the last thing we need is to be cute and sad and lost
'Cause someone will pick us up and take us home
It's a long, long drive and we've got horses and tires
In case one breaks down and we're left on our own
Drive a MACK, drive a cloud,
Long as it gets you where you need
There's a sweet patch of road that must have once been dirt
There's a sweet patch of road
With a black-and-white candy stripe
A lovely accent to the Christmas trees and AstroTurf
It's a dark, dark tunnel, half collapsed and rolling under
And the crash of God's new thunder
Gave us heart attacks from wonder
So we've come to get away
Here in the old frontier, we'll hit the coast and build across it
PartnersLast night, it was snowing doves
And I dragged you outside and
You caught one on your tongue
I beamed at you with pride and
You spat it out again
Too many dirty feathers and
Clawing feet, you said
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Let's be the mismatched cop-movie pair
And I'll drag to down to my level, I swear
One of these days, ah
Last night, it was raining down
Something tiny and shining
And I pulled down a cloud
To show its silver lining
Only to win a bet
We argued that same day
I said a cloud's the perfect pet
(And I bet you a dollar
The silver was its collar.)
This cloud follows you around
It's adorable and you
Still have this silly frown
Is it the rain or can't you
Just simply make it end?
It's on a leash, it loves you
Just ask, my gloomy friend
One of these days I'll get you to smile
You will be my partner in crime
And I'll act like a child
Don't lie to me, really, how's the weather up there?
We'll challenge each o
Part OneOnly the best part is over,
Only the best is to come
Try and try, I still get older
At least we had a little fun
Keep your hair on and keep it covered
Open your heart and close your lungs
There will be friends and missing lovers
High ladders, all with broken rungs
Only the worst part has left us
Only the worst is to come
We drank up our lives into blessed dust
And now we have work to be done
Only the first part is over,
Only the next is to come
Leave and we'll draw you in closer
At least we had a little fun
Make Up Your Own Damn TitleI walk along the dirt road, staring up at the sky and singing.
There's no need to watch where I'm going. I've been down this road a thousand times. I already know there's nothing there. The sky is cloudless and blue.
The dirt road stretches on for miles in front of me, carved into the side of the hill. At the bottom I can see a forest, and somewhere very far behind me is the very tiny town, and then more hills. "The fool on the hill sees the sun going down, and the eyes in his head see the world spinning 'round." I sing it. The sky is so blue.
I've gotten too used to the color. So much time staring blankly at the sky has bored a hole through the atmosphere to the truth everything is pure, liquid empty space, weighing down the world. Nothing is there. Blue is a mask. Do I know any songs from Phantom of the Opera? I can't think of one.
I walk along the road, in no hurry, swinging my paper shopping bag. It's so far to go, but I like to walk. Another successful day in
Nonogramit was -
i swear -
the craziest thing
i heard mr. goodman's voice,
talking in numbers
i couldn't follow
and i let my eyes wander and
i looked at the wrinkles
in the fleece lining
and saw letters
in the random puckering
in the only language
neat and wiggled
i could barely make out almost-words
like the fleece
was giving me
but i blinked and
the blobs came back
and it was all numbers
i may never be
a scientist but
i have to admire
MademoisellePretty girl, draw out the white
Draw out the green and rip the seam
Stay the razor, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
He's not a martyr any more
Than those dying in the streets
Will you be around to mourn?
Mademoiselle, you're going to hell
Make sure your last word is sweet
Wet and red and with a scream,
Your country is reborn
Ribbon girl in a ribbon hat
Ignore the blood that stains the bath
Tell the people, peace is coming
Peace is coming fast
Don't expect a protected, wailing chorus
Mademoiselle, if they want peace
What they need is someone working for it.
The Precocious Reverse Career Test1. Would you consider yourself a people person?
b. The RIGHT kind of people.
d. Oh GOD no.
2. Are you comfortable with the sight of blood?
b. Well, if it's for a good cause
c. Ew, no.
d. More than I should probably say.
3. Can you keep a secret?
a. Never needed to.
c. Yes, very well.
d. Why? Who have you been talking to? What do you know?!
4. How do you respond to peer pressure?
a. I START peer pressure.
b. FIGHT THE POWER
c. Go with the flow. Hey, you can always blame it on someone else.
5. Did you grow up around other families?
a. Just a few.
d. I actually don't remember.
6. Would you shoot the hostage to get to the bad guy?
a. Depends on the situation.
b. Yes, anything to bring justice.
c. I'm not THAT heartless.
d. Wait bad?
7. Have you given up hope for your future?
a. What? No! I'm going to be huge.
b. I wouldn't tell a stranger anyway.
c. Uhhhh yes.
You Said You Loved Me You said you loved me.
I was your first character.
I remember when you first submitted a picture of me onto the internet. You were so happy when you got a compliment on me. Granted, there weren’t many. You weren’t a popular artist. But that was alright, because even one or two positive comments motivated you to draw more.
I remember when you made a second character. His design wasn’t exactly the most original, like, I’ll admit it, my own design. But you were happy with his design. And seeing you happy made me happy as well.
After some more positive feedback, you made another character. She was a little stereotypical, a bit of a “Mary-Sue” if you will, but no one seemed to mind. Because you weren’t bothering anyone, and you were happy.
I’ll admit it. I got a little jealous when you paid attention to the other two characters, rather than I. But I got over it
Virgin Mary's Saint
It'd been quite some time since I last saw my grandmother. Her birthday is tomorrow so my family and I are paying her a visit. There has been conflict between her and my mother over the past few years, truthfully, the reason seems unclear. There have been times when I ask my mother about it, but for some reason she always avoids the subject.
My mother, father and I have been in the car for a couple of hours, and we've nearly arrived at my grandmother's house. I rest my head on the window, staring out of it. Numerous houses pass by, streetlights gradually began to turn on as the day faded into night. Some flicker on and off, and others shine steadily into the dark. The neighborhood looked... abandoned. Most of the bushes and shrubbery were overgrown along side houses that appeared to be broken in appearance. The screech of the break signaled that we had arrived at our destination.
"We're here," my mother spoke up from the front seat. I grabbed ahold of my bags that
A Storm Rising“You call this a zoo?” A young woman with long red hair in a bun with glasses shouted from the crowd while pushing her eye glasses up the bridge of her nose.
Alexis sighed in disappointment with her hand on her hip and heckled the zoo keeper guide. She heard about a large reptile exhibit that just opened and was anxious to see all the endangered species. The house was surrounded by a large golden dome from above. The trapped sun light radiated on the animals below to provide a cheap source of light and heat. The crowd of school children and elderly stood in awe with the new center.
The tour guide let out a small sigh and continued on with the tour, her blue eyes moving from the heckler back to the rest of the group. 'It's always my groups that get these irritations isn't it?' Chelsea thought to herself as she kept up her smile for the group and did her best to continue on with the tour. Gesturing to the largest display, she continued where she
BEN Creepypasta Backstory THEORYBenjamin Pittman was born on April 26, 1990, to two abusive, alcoholic parents in the outskirts of Canton, Ohio. Young Ben was beaten daily, and his parents always told him that the day he was born was "a terrible fate" upon them. Ben never went to school, instead hiding in his room whenever he could, scared and never making any real friends. At age eight, he was rescued by the Child Protective Services and was sent to the nearby home of his loving grandfather to be fostered there. Ben gradually came to enjoy life a bit more at his grandfather's house, and began coming out of his shell more and more. He was home-schooled by his grandfather, as he didn't have the money to send him to any of the good schools nearby, though Ben wasn't bothered by this at all. After getting his hands on an old GameBoy his grandfather had picked up at a flea market, with a cartridge of TETRIS inside of it, Ben became fascinated with video games. He eventually saved up enough spare money to buy a few more ca
(Creepypasta) The Diver
They say she only comes out at night to attack. If that were true my story would have no leg to stand on, as it happened in the middle of the day. But I know what I witnessed and I know it was her. She comes out not just at night but any time male, only male, children are left unattended. She's in the water, just waiting for a chance to drag her next victim down to a watery grave.
But, unlike folklore stories, she is no mermaid. She pretends to be a drowning victim, body limp and pale, floating face down in the water.
You probably are wondering what I am talking about so, I will start from the beginning.
I was ten at the time and my family owned a cliff side house by the ocean. This was our summer home and it was a great place to play, there was even a path leading down to a small beach hidden from view between two rocky cliff walls, climbing out of the water.
One day during our visit my best friend, Nate's, family came over for a visit. I was excited, and wanted to show him around.
Eclipse Part 6
I woke up to the sound of rapid tapping on my window. I lifted my head to see Zach smiling in at me. I yawned and lept out of bed, stretching on my way to the window. I unlocked it and pushed the window upwards and locked it again as it was up.
"What are you doing here at," I glanced at my alarm clock, " 3:30 in the morning? Are you even human?" Zach laughed and gave me one of his smiles that made my heart melt every time he smiled at me. He grabbed his backpack and unzipped a small compartment on the side.
"Maybe I am, maybe I'm not. That's for you to decide." He pulled out a small bag and shook it gently. My ears perked up at the sound of something small rattling around the bottom. Zach bowed his head and handed me the bag, smiling. "For the lady."
"You are always getting me presents," I cooed while opening the bag. Zach leaned over and likes my cheek, his smile growing. I could have swore I saw something flash in his eyes.
"I want to spoil you before I am deported. Unless you want m
Dat Ass ~Stridercest~You are now Dave Strider and you are getting tired of your brothers pranks with those damn puppets.
What's wrong with him anyways? This is the 6th time today that he has pelted you with puppet ass. You look around for any signs of your brother before making a mad dash to your room. You run out of the kitchen up the stairs, only to be drowned in fine fluffy rumps.
"Damn!" You thought. "How much smuppet ass can he possibly own?" You turn around seeing your grinning brother snapping a photo of you covered in the damn things like he does everytime. "What the hell is your problem Bro! You have been doing this all day! Don't think just cause your older doesn't mean I won't strife with you cause I swear I will kick your ass this time!" You pull out your katana.
"Dave. Calm you hotter-than-the-sun, ass down. I won't strife with you man. Even little Cal can kick your ass so why should I? If your so bothered by it why didn't you say so?
reality (pt 2)
it was all the same. every day i wasted in a white room, sketching and writing. i didn't speak to anyone, the nurse's sometimes sunk pills into my water so i would take them. i never drank it, i couldn't. if i had i would lose the only thing that would even think of me as human. as a real thing. my sanity was lost, and torn apart, there was no hope for retrieving it. killing my only friend would only make me kill others, or end my own life. he was the only thing that had been with me my whole life, and never let me down. everything i did was part of his plan, i didn't question it though. i never did. he was the only thing i could trust.
a nurse walked in. i could tell she stopped before entering and slipped another drug in my water. there was no clicking sound when she entered.
"good morning joshua, how are you?" she asked with a fake smile and tone of voice, setting "food" down on the t
Amy's 'Gary Scene' (Anaconda)After the recent events of the previous day, everyone onboard was dejected. Sarone was doing his various things as everyone looked around, like something out of a funeral. The night in the amazon was cool, yet still warm; a gentle breeze swanned by every so often. Terri was in a foul mood, looking over at Danny who held a knife in his hand, not speaking, but showing her his intentions. Indeed, everyone had a spat with Sarone, but were more perplexed by Amy, the biologist’s decision to aid him in his ruthless hunt to capture the world’s largest anaconda. She held a rifle close to her, much to the dismay of Denise, her friend. After her decision to help Sarone, Denise had argued with her, asking exactly what he had done for her to be so brainwashed. But as things are dying down, something catches on the end of his line.
Sarone’s eyes lit up in glee, almost estranged like an asylum seeker. Something was tugging his line from side to side, in an aggressive manner.
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