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JoyrideYour ashes crumbled into hard Lumps and sticks, osselets and grasses First in a plastic bag, then a cheap black urn, even the rose looks fake. In one hand, I cradle you,Joyride
the other on the wheel, head bobbing to the bass
How strange that we come together First in sunlight, spring smells zoom, zoom blond streaks round the house Then in darkness, young girls now old press you to my chest a little more, just a bit longer Tears uncertain, knowing this, this was too long
And here we are in sunlight, spring smells together, on that fin
by ~SquashlingChaotic
Texby ~SquashlingChaotic
HauntedI know we're past the fallout, beyond everything where it matters. No one will ask, not ever. I keep it inside me now, like that was something to be ashamed of, not a flash in the pan. It flustered you, that first year. They didn't even tell you, like you might not even matter. Why, I don't think it ever crossed your mind as connected.Haunted
I know you didn't do it out of cruelty, savagery, or sadism. It was pure humanity, one of those times when everything aligned and those shreds of fear, doubt, and that inkling feeling that I'd alway outstripped your daughter's g
by ~SquashlingChaotic
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These Scars.These scars aren't something I can look back and laugh on. These scars aren't from battles.. these scars are from love.These Scars.
I can't point them out to my kids and say I was brave. These scars scream I'm weak. These scars say I'm pained.
I can't proudly bear them. These scars are too rash. These scars are lines counting the days of heartbreak. These scars are tallies counting down my wrist.
I can't wish them away, I can't pretend they're not there. These scars are fading, yes. But these scars will stay.
These scars aren't something to be proud of. These scars we
by ~Black-Massaquerade
Fly Throughby *Katusia
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- Favourite movie: Repo! The Genetic Opera
- Favourite band or musician: Rise Against
- Favourite genre of music: Folk
- Favourite poet or writer: Theodore Sturgeon
- Operating System: Longing For Linux
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Wallpaper of choice: System Defaults
- Favourite game: 5-Dimensional Tic-Tac-Toe
- Personal Quote: A gun is a tool. Like hedge clippers!
- Tools of the Trade: Pen, pencil, marker, keyboard, scalpel, camera, photoshop--Anything and Everything
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