

RehearsalIf only the two of us could be Sitting backstage of reality Where all other actors disappearRehearsal
Balcony tickets have been reserved No less than the best do you deserve With a cast of two, the show starts here
Each line is completely improvized With no stage directions to provide And dialogue only for us to hear
The show will enchant us in every way Until the sweet closure of the day The curtains will fall, ending our premier


AmorinihilismWhat if everything you knew Simply fell to pieces And every fragment formed Refused to be repaired?Amorinihilism
The sorrow in your irises Undoubtedly increases The nothing leaves you breathless With no desire for air
The barren hole inside your chest Cries out for any reason To beat again with purpose For somebody who cares


Paradise LostAs I fell I whispered your name Through the clouds Wings tore to shreds in my descent Into nothingnessParadise Lost
Learning that love is simply A new sort of pain Didn't save me whenever It hurt the most
A morning star fallen from the sky Can never return But do not cry for me For I knew love


FistulachordsA diary written in blood With dog-eared pages of memories I hold it so dearly in my hands And eagerly flip through the sheetsFistulachords
Scrawling paragraphs Falling words collapse
Line after line Vein after vein An eleven pint ink well Which I plan to drain
Margins flooding Fingers bloodied No more time Approaching deadlines


Drive. Part 2 Kara slid into the passenger seat and watched as Joey did up his seat beat. He rested his hands on the steering wheel for a moment, to keep them from shaking. His eyes looked slightly glazed over as he stared at nothing. You ok? Kara whispered resting her hand on his thigh for a moment. We dont have to do this. He turned and looked at Kara, her bright blue eyes conflicted. Last thing he needed to do was turn down his angels wishes. Im fine. He gave her a smallDrive. Part 2


So just let me fallThe world has simply betrayed me Gave me a false taste of happiness and stole it from beneath my toes As the one I love slowly turns to dust I cry and cry and cry I beg to sky and dance to myselfSo just let me fall
As if I could entice the spirits to rewind time
But slowly slowly I realize my fantasies will not restart a dying heart Be it the heart in me or the one underground
I imagine kissing friends of his I cant see myself loving anyone who didnt love him And it makes me cry, cry, cry
I scream into a pillow And curl into a ball
I wear a low
Lady Troubles
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dust off your converse, it's time to save the world
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((love, sleep, and death go to the same sweet tune))
~~Psst! I love you, Alex <3~~
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"Writers aren't exactly people...they're a whole lot of people trying to be one person." --F. Scott Fitzgerald.
"Writing is a socially acceptable form of schizophrenia." --E.L. Doctorow.
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I has a lovely purple band-aid. ^^
Those three simple letters...
Wows!
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I has a lovely purple band-aid. ^^
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