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DustDusty fingers move quickly,
When they are sickly.
Clean Fingers make haste,
because they don't have the time to waste.
Lopsided FeelingTears run down my face, I cry
Inside and out but you dont know why
It because of your skull of steel
That my thoughts dont turn your wheel
Im weakened and starved by your words
But that doesnt meant Ill allow my flesh to be eaten by the birds
I amI am the child that waits
I am the child that fears
I am the child that worries you'll never be here.
I am the teen that hits
I am the teen that cries
I am the teen who is always asking 'Why?'.
I am the adult that works
I am the adult that fears
I am the adult of the child that waits for me to be there.
Excerpt From FB Fan-FictionThree hundred sixty two days, Kyou reminded himself with an indifferent voice.
The cat couldnt figure out that out of everyone that he could never see again, why did she have to go. Why did she have to leave him in the shadows. Why couldnt she stay? Within his mind he kept replaying the scenario constantly over and over again in his brain even though he knew the answer. The carrot top shook his head fervently trying to shake the images of her delicate kind face from his head. He was foolish to love her, to care for her, and to try to protect her.
To try and defy God...
The wind blew solemnly tossing hair in his face. Closing his eyes he let stray strands of hair tickle his furrowed brow. Fat puffy grey beasts rolled around the sky soaking up its moisture, they growled with pleasure as they began to approach the Sohma residence. Just as the young man stood up and began to file out curses towards the clouds he heard the petite slam of a d
O.DMaria flat across the back seat half full needle of something rides shotgun
my plateless Dodge shakes through San Fran near dusk, I can see away
the building the white neon the cross of all the miracles we might make it
reach back two fingers to her neck feel a pulse got it
Van Ness a steel snake a stigmata of coke cans pepper gutters the leaving
sky clutches a final urgent burn my ribs a snapping cage for a demon trapped
heart pounding pounding. Maria always in my tilted rear-view eyes rolling back
hold on baby, hold on
back to road banging the wheel radio barks me through the sharp theatre
of shadows that spring constant, sundown whores and homeless breathe
like humans under wheezy billboards blanket beds traffic people everywhere
come on. come on.
reach back two fingers to the neck feel a pulse got it
more cars. shirts say Giants she stirs in the back pukes a green something
to the floor drops her head again I think I scream hang on through spit
and salt and the hard f
eloge [la jeunesse d'une cousine]1.
i was nine and you'd just
taken a third year when our
grandfather taught you how to box
on the overwaxed hardwood in his
kitchen; i was reading you some book
about a purple lizard; he put his teeth
on the table, crouched
and said: "hit me
on the mouth"
[you would have cracked his teeth if
they weren't removed, you were
a loaf of heavy bread made with
too much shortening and not enough restraint]
laughing you punched him again—
in the gut this time—but
after he chastised your form
you spent the balance of the month of august
practicing instead on my arms
you came of age in a trailer park
full of nostalgia for the 1970s and i
grew up in a yellow house
in the middle of a gothic suburbia:
neither would serve us
long, we said.
you had an enviable stoicness and i had
gutrot the day of our grandfather's interment:
you gave me tissues, told me
we would go on enduring, asked me
for a cigarette and then
spent twenty minutes vomiting on the carpet
of my car between puffs
ice fishing: circa 1982white bucket simple rods red bobbers ice scoop
clamber in 1977 slant six blue dodge
arrive smelling the snow like a dream
walking tall across the ice no fear
sit by the hole waiting
hands red raw burning smiling grins
eight years old north pole dreaming vast
tin pail ice scoop sitting granddad pipe tobacco
black ice with blue-veined cracks
polar eternity each ridge an adventure
old blue pickup granddad at the wheel
lonely red sun black pine shadows over snow
washboard ride to home quiet country music local AM
cold happy boots unlaced waiting to return like old sailors
hungry for their sea-bride
dampers opened fire kindling crackles lustily
hard salami saltines tap water mustard pickled bologna
roger mudd reassuring fidelity calm static commercial
granddad briar pipe carter hall tobacco quietly puffing fragrant reality
strength that will never fail beyond surety beyond question beyond imagination
of anything else
to bed to sleep at peace
My best friend~~My best friend is who understand me.
Who is allways near me and listen to me.
Who say to me NO if I'm wrong.
Notice me if I need.
I meated my best friend when I borned in this life.
He is allways near me. Love me more than anything.
He want that I will become happy in this life.
My best friend is my DAD.
Like This Is Somehow My FaultSurely he saw you packing the car,
but he made no effort to confront you.
Thus, his final act in hurting you.
Jumping JacksHey mother, where are you going?
You told me to do jumping jacks
To keep me warm.
I am warm now, see?
I’m taking off my clothes –
It’s scorching outside.
Hey mother, who are you calling?
Am I rebellious? Did I just kill myself?
Really? Is that why I’m floating here?
Hey mother, mother…
I was supposed to love you
So I did.
Hey mother, mother…
You were supposed to love me too,
Hey mother, mother…
It’s raining outside
And I’m jumping
But I want to point something out...
Between my friends and my family....
When I make a mistake...
Normally a question wrong on a test, quiz, or homework...
My friends, pat me on the back and laugh saying it's ok and just relax we have all done it before, it will get better.exc.
My family, wow, you got that one wrong?! How did you do that?! Well you should have studied more, that was a stupid mistake.exc.
When I feel sad
And have a blank expression through the day...
My friends: what's wrong? Me:nothing just tiered... My friends:no your not now tell me what's wrong? Your never like this, you know you can trust us. We won't tell anybody and maybe we can make it better or cheer you up.
My family: what's wrong? Me: nothing just tiered... My family: well maybe you should have went to sleep earlier.
My parents wonder why I like to spend so much time with my friends...
I wish they could see...
Isn't the reason clear...
Pay UpI'm highly inclined
to kill this boy
if I'm to get no peace,
if he does not leave me alone.
I'm highly inclined
to rip out his throat
and show him what his insides look like
if I don't beat the shit out of him first.
Don't be so surprised
I've given warnings.
Liar! You say you care about me?
Well then listen to what I say.
Wipe that smug look off your face,
shoot yourself in the head and die.
Assholes like you need a life lesson
and the price for that is death.
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