fearand now my dear i fearfear
that I've made it entirely unclear all along
exactly how it is I that feel about you
and it seemed to me that you would see why it would be that I could let you leave I just wanted to break down and cry
but I did all I could since I wanted you to find the resolution best for you
kept my eyes on the prize it just seemed wise silencing my sighs to be as mature as I could lest I pressure you to choose
all I wanted was for you to feel happy to see the light in your eyes even if it h
an agitated eveningas i slide on through this night, it's slipping away from me my thoughts, they ride with you this head, it's getting away from me and i'm losing my self-esteem this life, it's getting away from me i hardly even dare to dream that's right, it's getting away from me that i might have a chance and are you getting away from me that night i went to dance you were all that i could see (when i was looking at her) and when we went out on the floor the reason, it was plain to me but i felt like such a whore it made me feel guiltyan agitated evening
because i'd almost t
jack.the.ripperjack. the. ripper, jack, jack the ripper, coulda ripped my heart out, mighta bled just a little quicker. pain in my neck not half as bad as the one in my head, spinning spiraling out of control and my face is in the clouds while my name might as well be buried 'cause validation takes all value in a world where you find yourself unable to hurt one of twojack.the.ripper
at what price do you place your own pain and is it greater when you hurt them or do you just find your own pain a bit more numbed? makes sacrifices rather than slighting anyone out of your way to m
only enoughanother night, another story, for the things we hide some more of my prideonly enough
given
let the people you can't tell be the jury and the days we tick by you know why
you couldn't ever bring yourself to tell em, so do i, it's either that or you lied maybe that's why sometimes I feel sick.
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The Parking LotIt was a hot evening day in the parking lot. Air moved lithely with the things I forgot, hot waves dodging things people bought. What a seasonal day, finally, I thought.The Parking Lot
I stepped across the dark pavement so neat, the asphalt for tires so saturated in heat. It came from below in slow torrents I'd meet on my thin thighs, round waist and big feet.
My shoes made a crunch; I'd nothing in mind; I looked to the sun and was nearly blind. I looked 'round as cars made hum and grind, But exhaust and smoke was all I did find.
I think I might start writing again...
Neutral
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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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~confusedRnormal -
Weaves the words that bring you to your knees.
'n stuff.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own - Adam - Mythbusters
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"A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him." [Orwell]
I'm glad you enjoy it; I feel that lately, a lot of my work has been rather one-dimensional, and largely about the same several topics, since most of the time, the same things have driven me to write.
Hopefully, the next few weeks will see my writing material grow more complex.
Thanks for the add!
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~confusedRnormal -
Weaves the words that bring you to your knees.
'n stuff.
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"A tragic situation exists precisely when virtue does not triumph but when it is still felt that man is nobler than the forces which destroy him." [Orwell]
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~confusedRnormal -
Weaves the words that bring you to your knees.
'n stuff.
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~confusedRnormal -
Weaves the words that bring you to your knees.
'n stuff.
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