Devious Journal EntryHell, I didn't even notice until today.
DecisionsSometimes I want to smack that pretty little smile off your pretty little face. Because I, I, I know what's underneath it. I know the fear in you. YOU'RE FREE I tell you, scream at you, try to make you understand, and that freedom is your only hope, your greatest hope. The decisions are yours to make, and you can decide to live a wonderful life, or you can decide to throw it all away. It's your freedom to live however you want to live, and you stare at me with those beautiful eyes, scared to death. And I realize, it is scary. It is daunting to see that infinity of roDecisions
The Broken Hearts ClubWhen my heart feels stagnant, and the days come squeezed together, I find solace in the company of the loved, and loving. I surround myself with romantic souls, and romance is the broken heart's domain. We all fit right in, spilling our damaged love over to one another in the middle of the night, finding some measure of peace between comfortable bodies and full cups of coffee. The closer we get, the closer we are and when we find each other at the center we're saved by the slightest intimate touch. I'm saved. Selfishly, I draw our hearts together, our common hurt, our common salve the samThe Broken Hearts Club
Flowers on Your KnucklesI come limping back. Broken ankle, black eye, my heart pouring out my nose. I keep walking back into fists aimed at my heart. Flashes of memories into my stomach. My ribs. My face. Every lie was a boot to my body, cowering on the floor. You keep doing this to me, beating me to death, and I keep asking for it. I keep letting you. I keep looking for hope, wrapped around your fingers, like brass knuckles.Flowers on Your Knuckles
HeartJust a Little LeftScraps of resolution, tiny pieces really. All of the world is coming apart and I wish I could help the hurt away, really I do. I want so bad to reach out into this breaking place and feed a little hope into the night.Just a Little Left
I know this sounds hollow and I know most couldn't care, but I do. I'm the stupid nice guy, sitting alone in my hovel, but there's not much left. I'm breaking. Just like all the world. Not from self destruction but from neglect.
I was whole. A man resolved to wait for you, whoever you are. Now I'm starting to think you don't exist or you're not looking for me. Where a
Lonely
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what would willie do?
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"heres a knife in your spine, Happy-Birthday!"
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I couldn't call you if i wanted. My fingers couldn't work if they tried. They're so sore from keeping crossed and trace'n over CUTS on my WORTHLESS arms!
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In Loving Memory of
Derek
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Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
Ein Kommentar, um Kommentare zu bekommen. Teile deine Freundlichkeit, nicht deinen Hass. Liebe die Kunst, bevor du dich selbst liebst.
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"I'm not afraid to keep on living, I'm not afraid to walk this world alone..." - MCR
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Takes more time to ejaculate
Roll up a spliff and drowse away the day
With marihuana inna your brain
You have some pretty cool photos and writings here! Very cool!
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-Aimless Aimee
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