WritheI am stuck writhing in a slew of people bodies against bodies sweating bleeding the stench, the heat unbearable.Writhe
(I seem to have brought this upon myself)
I know this one's smell, this man's skin I know your face
I've made endless, countless memories of each one, locked away forever inside my vault of lovers
lo and behold! a blur emerges, the one- I haven't found you yet.
your face becomes clear, and there you are, simple and clean. Your purity brings tears to my eyes.
I drop to my knees.
When the Curtain FallsI find myself alone music strapped in my head and I remember it rushes back and I wish it had gone better.When the Curtain Falls
I remember the one who got away and how he was cruel; he prayed for rain, I prayed for safety and I can still hear his guitar strumming early in the morning to wake me up or his shitty cigarette smoke wafting through the windows in the night
I think about it and I wish he had never changed no- I wish he had. I wish he changed for the better.
And yes, I can still feel his rage beaten against my skull, but I wish I still kne
TricycleWe three ride down lanes on concrete, and you draw sidewalk chalk pictures with me but you snatch the chalk out of my hands, and the dusty residue gets smudged everywhere and as I try to stem the flow of tears, the colored dust leaves rainbow tracks streaking down my cheeks.Tricycle
And now, we three stay up all night in strangers' houses where someone came on too heavy, hit too hard, now looking me I'm a drooling fiend on the floor. You walk me out to my car, and I know I shouldn't drive, but you're pushing me out the door, and helping me steady myself as we walk down the
*sigh*
Peaceful
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Love, Marion
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''She looks like... Well, if she showed up at my doorstep naked, I'd say, 'Hey, you should get dressed, I've got some clothes that might fit you.'"
-- "Striving for a higher logic."
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See enough horror and experience enough pain and you become separated from your self.
- ETY
An artist must create as often as possible. To cease this task is, to the soul of an artist, as ceasing to breathe.
- ETY
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"What does not kill us only makes us stronger"
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Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen. -Heb. 11:1
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