

Boy of the Sea Man of the SandBoy of the Sea, Man of the SandBoy of the Sea Man of the Sand
The misty skies once yearned for the laughter of a boy who had no name, but sat among the rotting wooden docks and played a tune on a rusted harmonica, swinging a pale leg slowly back and forth. The old gulls screeched high overhead and the dismal fog surrounding the coastline blockaded a large portion of the cliff houses. Like old Anasazi dwellings they remained aloof and out of reach. The boy’s toe would dip in to the salty ocean water with every swing, sending small ripples out into the current.
He would rest his head upon a musty old log, listening to the creaking an


Bleach Rising Through BandagesBleach Rising Through The BandagesBleach Rising Through Bandages
The hospital room is bleached white. This includes bed, the floor, the cabinets, and the ceiling. The room is laced with cold metal, for the small bed’s side railings and the door’s lever handle; for the cabinet holders and the lids to the glass bottles full of cotton swabs. The walls are bright and fluorescent, like the crackling, humming bulbs screwed into the fixtures above. My head is swimming, and my lips are cracked and dry, a desert spawning in my mouth. Everything is a mundane and sterile shade of white. Everything looks spotless, and totally perfect. Inside this hospital, t
EX NIHILITH
NEEDY

But for Her it was the SnowShe loves this time of year. People say spring is the time to fall in love. Spring is when it all happens, when there are picnics and pool dates and softball games. But for her it was the snow, every time.But for Her it was the Snow
Springtime, the sky was to far away. It was piercing blue and miles up. The colors were too sharp and everything was all edges. When it snowed, you could reach out and touch the sky.
She'd turn out the lights, open the curtains, and let the gray light pour in. The soft shadows, she knew, were beautiful. Just in the way they fell across her crumpled sheets,
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
Come back....
do I have to beg??
Psh.
Be well, I hope everything that is going on with you is well, and that you will soon return
~Caylee
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Look me in the heart
and unbreak broken,
it won't happen...
come back
~Caylee
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Look me in the heart
and unbreak broken,
it won't happen...
I'm glad you took something from the poem (as opposed to being left completely unaffected) ; when I wrote it I just wanted to give an impression of hopelessness and decadence. the number itself wasn't significant (it just sounded neat and appropriate
THAT WAS A LONG RAMBLE. sorry! but if that made any sense to you, i am all the more grateful that you took the time to read my poem. thank you again, write soon!
voilove!
Ooooh yeah try this [link]
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I never said i had a chance but now i say i don't!
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"I'm not going to nuke the dog!"
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