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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.
[Creepypasta] We're expecting.It took us almost two years of trying,two years of waiting, of being let down and two awful years of losing that small ray of hope that was invested in our hearts,waiting to have that little someone that would call me dad and call Michelle, mom. The last time we tried, we were notified that Michelle was not able to conceive a child. I tried so hard to look at the bright side, to cheer her up. But I saw, oh I saw, how the lights faded from her beautiful emerald eyes and how her beautiful smile, it looked so nervous and hopeful, turned into a sorrowful one. She didn't cry, something I expected her to do once she was told.
How I wish that was the reaction she gave, when she was told she wouldn't be able to have children that looked like us. Maybe a beautiful girl with wavy long locks like her mother that would inherit my hazel eyes, or a little boy with her mesmerizing emerald eyes and my ebony hair. None of that would come, it all came down to a silently awkward ride back h
Creepypasta: I Don't Want to be Part of Your WorldCreepypasta: I Don’t Want to be Part of Your World
September 27, 2014
This is Alex Pierce, reporting in his journal on the off chance that this expedition accomplishes anything it was supposed to. Personally, I think this whole thing is a snipe hunt. There’s no way someone could have survived in the Amazon for this long, but reports of a “wild man” in these parts have bolstered the Morrison’s confidence that their son might have survived that plane crash. God, how long ago would that have been? Five, six, maybe seven years? I didn’t read the report, to be honest. Not like I need to. No chance in Hell that he’s anything but a carcass. We’ll go in here, find nothing, report back as such, shatter their hopes and get the remaining half of our payment. All in a day’s work.
There is one interesting thing that bears mentioning though. As the helicopter was touching down I noticed a few contrails of smoke on the horizon, indicating a brush
The eyes, watch for the eyes.
That's how you know, the only sign before hell breaks.
How did it start? Just rumors, that's all there is. Some say some invasive species from some jungle. Others say in the main cities, festering in subway cars and on public buses. No one knows for sure.
The desolate say it's the end. The hopeful say it will be solved soon. The desperate ignore the first two and only survive. The blind only follow those in charge, wasting away in quarantine for no other reason than to live maybe a minute longer.
The eyes, look into the eyes.
The only way to know.
It was quiet at first, isolated events, no connections. Then it spread. Every nation blames the other. False prophets gain their income off of the fall of the masses.
They lay dormant. Unmoving until startled. They look normal until they feed. It's only the eyes that really change.
All color dies from the iris, the pupil a dark void in a sea of black, cobwebbing, throbbing veins. A wet milky sh
Creepypasta: SombrusThis is a story about two friends. Their names were Ian and Jake. Ian was 25 years old and had red shaggy hair and a few hairs on his chin. Jake was 27 years old, and he had black scraggly hair and wore glasses. They lived near the woods at the bottom south of Australia.
It was a cold, breezy night, and Jake was at Ian’s cabin. While Ian was smoking pot, Jake was looking up creatures from urban legends on his iPhone. He then found out about a creature that he had never heard of. It was called a Sombrus, which was some kind of animal mixed between a canine and a marsupial. “Ian, mate, you gotta see this.” He called over his stoned friend. “What’s up, Jake?” Ian asked. “There’s this monster thing called a Sombrus, which is like, some kind of wild marsupial dog, and it lives in woods, like where we are. Let’s go look for it.” Ian then replied, “You’re pretty crazy, mate. I think I’ll come.” So they packed
INFORMATION LEAK~ BRINEARY'S TRUE IDENTITY.INFORMATION LEAK~ BRINEARY'S TRUE IDENTITY.
WHAT IF I TOLD YOU...
This whole entire time, Brineary wasn't originally from Minecraft?
But from an
What I’m saying He’s technically an Alien AI/Entity/poltergeist thing. That Destroys things for the fun of it.
After hiding this since I created ths "Herobrine copy" I finally told you all the truth.
*THE MORE YOU KNOWWWW*
Jessie Shorts VI(Obsessions of an Over Achiever)
Jessie sat on Mark’s desk, arms crossed and foot shaking impatiently, more like aggressively,” Dame, how long are you going to stare at that red A?” They were at school in a classroom alone, Mark had the privilege to be allowed to stay in the building after school hours while clubs are going on in other parts of the place.
Mark and Jessie have known each other for only a month. Just with that month Jessie has learned lots of things about Marks life and obsessions. Mark has a goal, it’s to be the top of every class with the word ‘Honors’ or ‘Advanced’ in its name. Chemistry honors, Algebra Honors, English Honors, and so on. He’s been going to school every day when there’s classes, even when he’s sick just so he wouldn’t miss anything important or assignments. But in the beginning of the school year he starte
A Halloween Like None BeforeA Halloween Like None Before
The night of 30 October was scarcely the night that most folk usually celebrated as All Hallows' Eve. Throughout the edge of the town of Salem, Massachusetts, long noted for its former crazed witch hunts and unfounded accusations of black magic. None were ever proven or even investigated.
But despite the shady past in the town, the date in 2013 was more like a new arrival than a revival of old characters. The first upon the scene was a faint, aged and seemingly ruminating figure of a man wearing a high top hat and the dark clothes of mystics and undertakers alike. His gaze was stony and cool, yet indubitably sharp like an eagle. He strolled the back lane of the main road, isolated and unobserved, muttering eldritch words that had no resemblance to any known human tongue. He scanned the doorways and windows of the houses he passed thoroughly. Some windows revealed the glow of electric lights; others revealed the dim glow of a candle.
However, neither a
The Closet Monster Info Dump (1 Year Special)
As many of you know, it is my babies first birthday today! ;v; So you guys get a special information dump on her! ^^
Name: Hailey Nicole Geroto
Creepypasta Name: The Closet Monster
Age: It is unknown, but she claims to be either 14 or 15, but looks ten due to being killed at age ten, her growing halting, being locked in a freeze frame.
Theme Songs: Call me -- Shinedown
Second Chance -- Shinedown
Bio: Originally she had short brown hair, blue eyes, and a blue pendant, but when she was killed by her best friends brother, and his friends, them being a part of a satanic cult, she was labeled as a "Closet Child", children who have been lost in tragic ways, hers being stabbed to death in an old abandoned church. Her looks changed to match those of her 'Master' (The term is lightly used, since she doesn't follow orders, just feeds for him) she gained long, coal black hair, dull, glazed over, greyish pink eyes, and a red pendant. Merlee, her 'Master', took her in, and gave her a second chance.
The StormThe Storm
That night the seasonal thunderstorm was earlier than recorded for that time; and it lingered longer than usual. Thunder clapped in sundry locations. Lightning flashed with a glow that was, or, to most residents of the town, seemed, untypical of such weather. The roads were not heavily flooded, but the water refused to flow and residents dreaded snakes.
Along the byways, there wears the raucous chirping of crickets and the croak of frogs; but listeners swore that they heard human or alien language. When they reported to the authority concerned, the officer on duty was skeptical. He attributed it to seasonal fear. The date was October 29, only a few nights before Halloween. Nonetheless, the citizens vowed that they heard voices.
"Go home and get some rest," the officer replied calmly.
They walked out and headed for their homes as advised. In the office, the officer and the receptionist chuckled. Then the receptionist said good night
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