sorry if anyones being waiting around. Hopefully ill figure it out soon duh!


Rainy DayThe soft rain plays upon my window, its gentle pitter patter coaxes meRainy Day
into creative sublime maneuvers. The cars roll by releasing the gathering water from silent pools.
All is quiet then. But still the rain falls, a welcome sound for my ears. It carries the wind with it, they fall together. The yin and the yang, the cold and the wet.
They call to me for company, speaking of wellies and wooly hats, heavy scarves pulled up tight
around cold, scalded ears.
But comfort is the stronger, it sings of cosy rest, toasted


funky little wormFunky little worm slappin' the base Eyes always closed smile on his face. Kicken out jams, layin' down beats Groovy little mover, takin' to the streets.funky little worm
Music is his blood skankin' trough his veins, it takes away his heartaches kiss away his pain. S he keeps on playin' tunes always in his head Damn! hell keep on jammin' jammin' till he's dead.


Green fingersGrubby little fingers stuck into the ground. Baby leaves and roots and buds, laying all around.Green fingers
They will call me mother, though we are not of blood. I'll tuck them in and sing to them, as they sleep in the mud.
I'll watch them grow
all big and green, yellows, pinks and white we'll sit together in the shade, of loves sweet and tender light.


Stand AloneWe walk alone flesh to the ground bare feet on cold concrete desperately searching, fumbeling in the dark.Stand Alone
We all feel the burn, that ice cold bite that comes with the realisation of how out of control
we have becaome, of how completely
alone we all are.
Tiny leaves carried by the current unforgiving and cold.


StrainSpines are snapping,Strain
necks are splitting, eyes turning into a broken
web of popping arteries. Hands are becoming raw with use, joints are crumbling with abuse, nerves are pumping into overdrive,
chemicals surging inside
like venom on fresh ruby veins. Teeth are gnashing, minds are thrashing, lips torn to the tissue in a bloated swell of anxiety.
A splurge of pre-produced dread
eating flesh from the inside out.
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I eat mannequins for breakfast.
have a bit of writers block at the mo so my heads on a break ^^
thanks for the concern though
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I eat mannequins for breakfast.
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92% of teens moved on to rap music. If you're one of the 8% that rocks out put this in your sig.
98% of teens would be dead if Twilight said breathing wasn't cool. Post this if you are apart of the 2% laughing.
ROCK ON!
<3
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To live a creative life,
we must lose our fear
of being wrong.
got my pics up and i'm number 1 in your favourite poets
i'll update my info later when i get a chance. toodles
on a completely unrelated note.
HOWDY SIS IT'S ME!! RIGHT HERE ON YOUR MONITOR. turns out i had a deviant art account i never used!!
just ate a peanut butter kitkat.
THELICIOUS
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