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Now there's a hole
in the surface of my empathy.
I tried fill it with a
logic that spoke nonsense to me
I had a vision, had a
purpose, felt like I had meaning
Girl, it's not you I miss.
I just miss the feeling,
(miss the feeling of your body).
Logic eroded 'neath
the downpour in the inner-city
We didn't see it coming,
the hurricane started so lightly,
but it won't wash away
the hurt or satisfy the yearning!
Our hands are clean,
so why is it I feel so dirty?
where has all the rain been falling?
I found an anchor in a phone-call from a friend.
I am no sort of liar... for the time, though, we'll pretend
to care about each other like we did when we were close.
I hear it helps with coping, keeps my spirits as high as my hopes.
Am I alone in this mausoleum we call home?
I tried to speak to God, but God unplugged his telephone,
so if You hear my voice while rummaging through AM stations,
please be patient, please tread lightly, listen as I strum
my pain away.
in the surface of my empathy.
I tried fill it with a
logic that spoke nonsense to me
I had a vision, had a
purpose, felt like I had meaning
Girl, it's not you I miss.
I just miss the feeling,
(miss the feeling of your body).
Logic eroded 'neath
the downpour in the inner-city
We didn't see it coming,
the hurricane started so lightly,
but it won't wash away
the hurt or satisfy the yearning!
Our hands are clean,
so why is it I feel so dirty?
where has all the rain been falling?
I found an anchor in a phone-call from a friend.
I am no sort of liar... for the time, though, we'll pretend
to care about each other like we did when we were close.
I hear it helps with coping, keeps my spirits as high as my hopes.
Am I alone in this mausoleum we call home?
I tried to speak to God, but God unplugged his telephone,
so if You hear my voice while rummaging through AM stations,
please be patient, please tread lightly, listen as I strum
my pain away.
Literature
Lampades
Forgotten.
Left in the dreg heap of time and history.
Spirits who wander as pale shades of light, in abysmal darkness.
Come, oh daughters of Hekate!
Sing, oh fruits of Nyx!
Rise, oh women of raw identity.
Lay hands upon the Forlorn and outcast.
Soothe the spirits of man burdened.
For as living men tell lies, the Dead tell no tales.
Literature
Farewell
Dear, Jessica.
Today Ronnie Childs died. Lucky me. The boys don’t want me to walk out and walk freee.
I can’t blame you for finally leaving me those months ago, but I know you too well.
You wouldn’t have ripped me from your heart, even though you should have. I don’t regret loving you, but letting you love me is the greatest sin.
Or second worst. The first was joining a gang.
I went numb as I ran out of things to care about.
Stopped caring about the taste of blood drawn in a fight, the bruises and cracked bones of my boys and myself, or what the other guys looked like.
Stopped caring about breaking into stores, robb
Literature
Home
Dear you
You probably don't know
I wrote about you yesterday
and the day before that.
But my favorite part was when you made me tea and it tasted like home.I drank all of it because that is what normal people do,but when I took your cup to the dishwasher
I saw you left a lil bit of tea in it, just like I normally would and i felt even more at home.
Today when you were siting next to me I was cutting out the word home from my paper and it seems like you have been a round a lot when the word 'home' is used but I guess that's one of the building blocks to start building a home, is someone who's going to be around.
I woke up this morning with a
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the weary will sink
the rain divides our streets
a single question comes to mind:
why?
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the weary will sink
the rain divides our streets
a single question comes to mind:
why?
edit: see the song: [link]
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