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wandering hopes now and thenwandering hopes by ~ecesis
all of my thoughts
are quiet whispers
wandering hopes
to your heart.
lamentation lamentation,lamentation by ~ecesis
properly expressed,
is not so much a feeling
as a state of being;
a year or two
in stillness
in solitude
spent waiting
for things to be
better again, knowing
that time will cause change
that eventually you'll sleep
peacefully again, and yet
you will never have that chance,
the nervewracking
the joyous
the possibility
the possibility.
there we hold hands still isn't it a pitythere we hold hands still by ~ecesis
to think we'll never know
what other worlds contain?
the outcomes of decisions
reversely made.
i keep my secrets
floating in the air
no one ever thinks to look
for something hidden there.
go find yourself.
you and i are there,
in my secrets, in other places
where i didn't underestimate.
you and i are there.
there we hold hands still.
here with you i wish that ihere with you by ~ecesis
did not find;
could stop,
myself from
questioning this
decision
(state of being)
at three in the morning.
it is very uncomfortable.
disconcerting.
living through hardship
is supposed to make you stronger.
if all that's left afterwards
is an empty skin
The Room Just down the hallwayThe Room by ~Spy-Guy
Take your first left
You’ll find the room
That takes all your breath
The room's full of people
That just fantasise
That everything’s ok
In their own eyes
We sit in the corner
Not sure what to do
The doctors won’t tell us
What they know is true
I never though I would
Come see the day
That time would just stop
And the fun goes away
Cause I never could laugh
And I never could cry
I never could hold my head too high
Unless it’s when I’m looking at the stars in the sky
Thinking about the days that pass me by
I learned about life
And I learned about death
Those rooms ta
Newborn by `girltripped
.............. by =armene
Sta.sh
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you cannot sedate all the things you hate.
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Alex
i honestly hated that piece until you said something about it. until you understood what i was trying to say.
anyways, i was kind of de-rusting myself as far as writing goes. i just posted two more.
and i'll be going through the few pieces i didn't read of yours soon, i promise. =]
expect more comments.
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christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars.
sydney, i love you.
(is comment happy.)
and i will do my best to return the favour.
thanks, my dear. =]
it really was my pleasure. as lame as that sounds.
and you'll have plenty of time to do that;
my writing's going at a much slower pace than yours, it seems.
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christ himself would cringe at the sight of your scars.
i tend to write in on again/off again stages, and on occasion it takes me a while to decide i like something, so things get thrown up in bunches.