Just a Songmy only sunshine
you make me happy
when skies are grey
youll never know dear
how much i
love you
so please dont take
my sunshine
away."
Yeah.
The end.
Scarecrow Green W. Body ImageSCARECROW the trees are still green. ive got a boy in each ear screaming in a strained falsetto, "find god, then fuck, rub war paint over your collar and choke those dreams of adolescent fancy!" maybe not in that order. i feel that those might be reasonable demands. if not, ill stay a virgin forever and stop posting my barely lucid projections on cross walk buttons so the world can join me in confusion. ive decided to marry myself to this moment, a rubber band ring on my finger and everything. i cant tell if theyre asking for a fire or a union. all i can hear is sex and murder, a whisper of mastScarecrow Green W. Body Image
Brand New"just jealous 'cause we're young and in love." im jotting this down overlooking stairs to the concrete people playing evergreen games until the grass hits and feet sink against the movement.Brand New
my fear is the position to topple into bodily harm, she told me because my statements were laced, hardly contrary to the truth. and my knees are buckling, body sways forward and panic spray paints my senses 'til they're all bright yellow. i fall backwards on my ass, knees pressed tight to my chest so i can breathe normal again. luckily no ones noticed that its happened for the third time tonight. it might be a bit cliche to procla
Sunglassesi look down and my hands are clasped, the light washing over them in broken stretches, intervals like broken clockwork. fingers interlocked atop the plaid fabric draped down and around my hips. for the past hour or so ive been writing in my head. about boys and girls.Sunglasses
those who i have, haven't, should've and desperately want to kiss. im 16, so honestly, theres nothing else for me to write about. i wanted to start this with a sentence in my mental draft that would state, more or less, 'i tell him i love him but im not sure by what definition i hold it, perhaps whichever he feels it to be.' something like that. &n
Blackbirdthe sound of breathing over labored guitar chords. he says 'rooftop', i think E minor, maybe binary code. its just that simple. with an arpeggio inhale and the positioning of awkward fingertips. now hes humming something i cant discern and the song is supposed to be about lonliness, he says, a thin mouth tilted up in the corner. 'lovely melancholy' i say to myself. but i hear moonlight and silver glinting off earlobes, hollowed in the dark. dont believe theyre lonely, more but reaching out from the edges. scribbles in the corner of papers with outstretched arms, to use figurative language.Blackbird
Content
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Surely, this sustained spectacle of supposition serves simultaneously as an introduction but shows up somewhat verbose and superabundant, so let me just add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Shian.
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Surely, this sustained spectacle of supposition serves simultaneously as an introduction but shows up somewhat verbose and superabundant, so let me just add that it is my very good honour to meet you and you may call me Shian.
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you can never get blood on your light saber
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you can never get blood on your light saber
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i have written few things in my life that i have truely liked, that i think worthy of the mere paper it rests on...
Firefly-Club
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i have written few things in my life that i have truely liked, that i think worthy of the mere paper it rests on...
Firefly-Club
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i have written few things in my life that i have truely liked, that i think worthy of the mere paper it rests on...
Firefly-Club
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