Broken Bottleswe have been wrongedBroken Bottles
our wings been shorn and tattered a drunken babe to slaughter and we barely know our fathers as they come to cut us down
we shake and shake and we shake his hand the one who smells of locust and fire and disease
we cry and cry
and we cry out his name the one with smiles like lightning bright, dangerous, and quick
we cough and cough and we cough up every hateful thing we ever spoke or thought and the taste is like rich wine
we have been wronged and we wrong ourselves by saying so &
LayleighI hope you never run dryLayleigh
welcome to this life you have already forgotten the deal
you struck to get here but you will be reminded, as we all are, of the debt that you must pay
and this life, it will take it from you a second for a second a day for a day every year you live is
a year you give away
sometimes you can feel them leaving you the seconds and days and years on nights like tonight when you may sit and wonder why you are alone when the moon is so full and there are so many people to sit and look at it with
WasteAn angry wind is coming, blood on the window and haven't I been here before? It's a long long time that we've been scraping our fingers against the bottom of the bowl and the howling outside just puts me to sleep There is a lot of this world for us to wasteWaste
away
An angry fire is burning, blood on my front door and what was it I meant to tell you? It's a hard, hard road that we've been carving behind us hoping to find one to follow and the burning inside is what gives me these dreams There is a lot of ourselves for us to waste away
But I've been
Shaking HandsSpeeding down the freeway at midnight No one else on the road My hands are shaking and I don't know whyShaking Hands
I don't know why I keep doing the things I do why I keep writing and wanting why I go for days at a time without thinking of anything
at all
I don't know why things look so much better from far away or why the tiniest imperfections make some things truly beautiful
I don't know how you could possibly feel alone
with so many goddamned people or why I do anyway
So, so much that I don't know and in the
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"Life beats down and crushes the soul, but art reminds you that you have one."
Olwen
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Olwen
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"Life beats down and crushes the soul, but art reminds you that you have one."
Keep dreaming!
*ELYPhAS
Administrator
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I'm just a squirrel, looking for a nut.
~TreadstoneAssassins
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Be calm - love me - today - yesterday - what tearful longings for you - you - you - my life - my all - farewell. Oh continue to love me - never misjudge the most faithful heart of your beloved.
ever thine
ever mine
ever ours
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