

No Name 2He started awake at the slamming of an ancient door. The box was closed again. And he was not free. He had always been the keeper of the box. Someone did him a favor by opening it: He could finally sleep at night, knowing nothing was his fault. He tried. He really did.No Name 2
But now they were back. "Them", he thought, They could not have names.
He was the only good there, But protectors can only do so much. And now he felt tired. Cold, useless, and old.
Outside they felt deprived. They missed each other's company. They had to go back


No Name 1She had always spoken roses. Each thorn tearing at the back of her throat while she forced them out Until dull, raw emotion and dead pain moved under her tongue.No Name 1
Roses can be pretty, but sharp too. Like diamonds, they may cut. But people always say "It takes some cold to know the sun."
No sun here. Hidden under blankets and ice. Smothered by darkness. But she still isn't cold enough, And roses really tend to hide.
Invisible, hidden, I dance around her. "You are beautiful," I whisper in her ear. But she just smiles. Roses know all, An


Letter to Dead PoetDear optimism: Im trying to make sense Of this landfill called life And the things that surround it But nothings quite right And the sun doesnt come out for longLetter to Dead Poet
So I look out the window This weightless, cold realm Where the madman he sits Clicking, clacking his teeth While he attempts to rearrange the shelves of his rotting old brain
Dear tragedy: I am watching the earth spin. the silhouetted steeple watches the creek bed I watch it impale the moon and I wonder what Ive been
Something beautiful like that moon


WastelandCultural! Innovative! Wealthy! these are the makings of a wasteland you people focus on your new cars and clothes you're only destroying the real you no longer should one be definedWasteland
by their possessions people look around and decide what they want other possessions they fail to see they're living and go out in a funk
Step right up! Free chance for a new car! And all we need is ALL your personal information! you can't blind me you tried to make me fit in but i threw away your 21st century uniform and i became your worst fear: a f


And such is lifeSometimes you can't always get what you want. Sometimes what you want is never what you need, but what they never seem to tell you is that sometimes, maybe all too often, just what you need is exactly what you want, but due to some kind of sick related property that means that sometimes you can't always get what you need, either. This fact disturbs me highly on multiple accounts and leaves me seething and confounded night after night after night, sitting in an unneeded and overly comfortable chair, taking a moment on occasion to tick away on this very keyboard and try and distract myself from the things I need that I cannot have. But it is toAnd such is life
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I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt, I got a jar of dirt and guess whats inside it!
Have a good sniff around my sisters and cousins page and artworks they are really good.
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