Elijah at Sea, I.The lapping of the waves is Haunting now. And the crying of the gulls Just taunts me now. Each swell and lull On this great ocean Used to be such a comforting Motion but now I grow weary.Elijah at Sea, I.
Familiar sunsets grow eerie, And the waters which I knew so well Can do so little To quell my rising terror.
I fear mutiny. I have heard the whispers, Seen the murderous looks From the band of sorry crooks I thought my family.
Perhaps I grow too old, Too tired. Where I once inspired courage I no
Accidental.Swimming in seas of ceramic. Lips kiss shattered glass and Our broken hearts and Our battered past Slip away.Accidental.
Drowning in tiled seas Whispered pleas Tumble from these lips. Begging to be set free But help close By ghosts and memory. Your blade embrace
Your fading face Trembling fingers Struggle to escape Fight for release, Clawing for peace.
Being torn in two, Born in to A new existence, Sorting through A haze of summer days And night-long fights And in the fading light, I'm reminded wh
Elliot Daniel, XI.You say you don’t know why we do it.Elliot Daniel, XI.
I do.
Well, I know why I do it. Or why I think I do it at least, but your reasons are no doubt different from mine. You’re different from me. For each tiny thing bringing us together, there are near infinite things to separate us.
Like you being more intelligent than me. Every one of those discussions we have, I lie, I agree with you without knowing why, or regurgitate some random theory dredged from an old book or found somewhere on the internet. But perhaps you think the same of me, perhaps when we sit in our comfortable silence, we each fabricate a perfec
Elliot Daniel, X.You possess every trait that I lack By coincidence or by design.Elliot Daniel, X.
We drive in silence through the busy parts of town, model citizens in the dark. Mirror, signal, manoeuvre. We stop to let families cross the road. We stop to let drunks stumble across the road. Mirror, signal, manoeuvre. Funny how we could be so careful, so responsible, considering what’s coming next. In our silence though, we both know these are not our targets. We cocoon ourselves in the silence, quelling our rage with each other’s presence.
No, these trinkets are not ours to break. Not even we could be so arrogant to claim
mind friday night.I have a poem about tonight Going home was pretty shite With the car speeding And the dazleing lightmind friday night.
Therebwere lots of things left to do A fair few that are far from true I kissed becca or at least I think Beacuse I think I like you
Tjeblights they Hert me I Cam still cpunt3 I can still walk Nut though jake a tree
I'm an amgery drunk With my family I thunk On the way home is there screening in the trunk
ity was a reallt good day though not much to say just the things i like it should stay yhis way &nbs
Staff Life
On the radio :)
Neutral
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as if this is the end.
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I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
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Compromise means giving in to something you do not support or believe in, because you have failed or refused to stand up for and defend the things you do believe in.
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I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
(even though i don't uderstand a lot of it hence the no commenting
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is your pink the same as mine?
yeah, some of it only one or two people can get, if you want any explaining just note me or sommat :]
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I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing.
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"PCP is serious business"--A short film by Me and ~HoodedCobra
Prego is a sauce not a state of being
I know, no matter what, no matter who, no matter what I do somebody hates me and I hate somebody too!
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"PCP is serious business"--A short film by Me and ~HoodedCobra
Prego is a sauce not a state of being
I know, no matter what, no matter who, no matter what I do somebody hates me and I hate somebody too!
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