Word VomitThey call it word vomit. Really, that's what they call it and if you don't believe me then ask them for yourself.Word Vomit
When I was younger... like 16, all I wanted was to be popular. I know, me right? I wanted to fit in, get invited, be loved. I wanted it all.
Have you ever had a week where all you did was balance drinking and making it to class? I don't know what made me decide it was okay to start going to so many parties. I don't believe there was any underlining reason except for the fact that for once in my life I was the popular one that people wanted to have around and be near and laugh with and lo
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The walk back to the living room was suddenly longer than I’d expected. I felt like I was stuck in The House of Leaves. The walls started to get closer and closer to me. The ceiling was hanging and dipping, almost hitting me in the head. The hallway was so long. I live at the end of a 51/2 minute hallway… The music was really loud. Why was it so loud? Won’t the cops come if the music continues to be so loud? Won’t someone say something?
There, in the corner, sat Jessica. She was doing Morphine all night. She looked bad. As I got closer to her, I could see she was crying in slow motion. &nb
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As the toy spun and lit up, I became increasingly light-headed. I knew Greg was feeling the same. All at once, laughter I have never heard come from my mouth before was pouring forth. This, whatever it was, was just hilarious.
After about 10 minutes of this, we decided to go back into the living room with everyone else. As we slowly made out way, I stopped in my tracks.
“I have to go to the bathroom.” I said as I turned around and made my way down the dark hall, into the darker bathroom. I closed the door behind me and made my way to the toilet. Sitting there, I looked over to the right,
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Filled with excitement and worry the group decided to play a game to kill time. Everyone sat on the floor and, for a half hour, enjoyed a few rounds of Outburst. As time went by, everyone became more and more anxious. When will it hit? What will it be like? It became apparent that something a little more exciting needed to happen before anyone could take their mind off of their excitement. Trevor, Greg, Helena, Chaz and I decided to go outside and take a walk by the lake while the other guests, Jessica and Dustin, stayed and had their own fun. The moon was nearly full and, for December in Wisconsin, th
TimestringsA lonely jazz scoundrel plays time: Runs his hands along buttons of cool, clean brass, Inhales the familiar smoke-filled air of a small club, And pushes out a note with lungs and lips, Of perfect pitch, then a second; he pauses And the next is a minute.Timestrings
The bassist bobs along, subdued by hand-print blues. In time with the clock song, his fingers grace the strings: Touch, withdraw, and riff in the background, And sound like the sunrise of a midsummer day, The voice of a hermit, and the boreal canopy.
Drummer, so slick, moves smooth as the sound of the sax. &n
Night-sweatsThe clock watched us sweat away that night, It wasn't till the morning that we awoke, With a hand holding mine,Night-sweats
In the heat of the night,
I saw you smile, I smiled back, You said to me, I said to you, I love you, The clock watched us until the morning shining bright, It'll replay over and over as if you were right here, The time I had with you, it's infinite I swear, The moon no longer shining, The sun just rising, We lay here tonight, completely anew, It's like I was born this night,
As someone new, I told you, I love you, It seems just right,
Incredible eyesIt was the first time...I wasn't me The first time..I couldnt think straight... The first time I was stonedIncredible eyes
I closed my eyes and it flashed...I had to open my eyes and close them once again The words...written like a book flickered like the lighting in a garage workshop. I had just finished reading unaware of what had happened... Not sure what is happening now...
My eyes, I closed them...I really see it, I see the words of a book, No lies, no exaggeration....This is the ultima of my imagination.
The book is so faded...and so hard to see...so many words are lined up with prop
a new direction with my writing
Artistic
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0(7')Aishiteiru('7)0
Thanks for your comment on my poetry.
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nocturally helpless
and weak in the light
depending on a prayer
pacing deserted roads to find
a seed of hope
Go. [link]
Wow, I'm not keeping up with enough things, I didn't even know Lacuna Coil did a cover of Enjoy The Silence. (Depeche Mode?)
Cheers.
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nocturally helpless
and weak in the light
depending on a prayer
pacing deserted roads to find
a seed of hope
Go. [link]
is it a cover?
i had no idea.
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-= All Others Will Be Toads =-
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