HandsHandsHands
These Hands were made for using These hands were made for me
I’ll use these hands for many years
I’ll use these hands for me
My hands will do many things My hands will help me Oh, these hands of mine are very fine Oh, these hands are good to me
And if I shall loose these hands of mine
I’ll have to use my feet
Hopefully they would be as good as my hands have been to me
And if I shall loose those feet of mine I’ll have to just go and cry Sadly I don’t have anything else to help the time
Pain GameI still tryPain Game
even though you stare at the wall
I want to cry
Don't know if it's my fault
I told the truth
can't take it back
I wish you would listen
or at least look back
I want to talk to you
but I am unsure of your response
So here it is
my awfull truth
I wanted you to stop
got tired of your "fun"
I am sorry but I am not sure for what
Guess I'm glad the comments have stopped
Now it is worse because you won't talk
Things
Leaves fallingLeaves are fallingLeaves falling
Flying fast Wind flowing
Up and past
Nothing will ever be exactly the same The moment slipped while I was looking Towards the future and back at the past Leaves are falling and falling fast
Green to yellow Red and orange Trees molting Courting change
Emotions twirl into something further Something now as unexplained Growing complete to its last Leaves are falling and falling fast
What if?What if the end was coming nearWhat if?
The seems ripping caused by fear
Worry and hate cast a glare
Mores the sorrow thriving here
How to deal with the thought of death
Knowing it is come to steal your breath
Living in the shadow while standing in the sun
Pretend to be till all may be done
Worst is the unknown
That causes the hate
Which through we can only wait
And what of the end that we fear
Will it really come, is it really here?
The Umbrella LettersDear Mr. and Mrs. Umbrella,The Umbrella Letters
I'm writing out of concern for your son Charlie. Since he first started in my class I have noticed odd tendencies in his behaviour. I know Charlie is a special boy, but the way these tendencies develop is beginning to worry me. He seems to be having troubles communicating with others. He rarely plays with the other children and does not respond when I speak to him. His writing is beginning to stray from the alphabet. Last week he even refused to partake in morning prostration! I took him to see the school nurse but he remained silent for the entire time and did not subject himself to examination. I the
Smouldering Sun, Part II knew he was thinking deeply, it almost seemed as though he was meditating as he looked out the window into the starless night—his face an inch from the glass. The flight attendant passed us quickly, avoiding meeting my frightened stare and looking at the angel so deep in devastation. It took so much not to shake him and demand to know what was happening, I reached out repeatedly just to touch him—just to check that he was still… alive—and yet every time I chickened out. My hands were tensed on the armrests, so tight my knuckles were white. He was biting down hard on his thumb, as still as a perfect marble staSmouldering Sun, Part I
My Summer is almost over
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You cry, I cry, you laugh, I laugh, you fall off a cliff, I laugh even harder
Come to the Dark Side, We have COOKIES!
Go hump your demented pony!
i like my men dead and souless with the fangs extra long
Fuck is just a word get over it
Take care,
Amethyst
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I want to make you fall in love, but not with me...with them.
We can be friends if you want, I don't hold auditions. I'm more of an open call kind of girl.
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Art Account:
Yami No Mitsukai
Click to Populate my City~!
Thx for the watch
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Trully insane people would make themselve's the victim of their own game.
Icon by hazelthewolf
: )
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~I am alive.
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