Notes like glass to shatter and spill
...Crystaline thoughts and waterfall eyes...
...Crystaline eyes and waterfall thoughts...
A cascade of something infinite
To hold in a thimble
The key is nothing, something, nothing
Brass and gold patchwork quilts
Sail to my ship, my dreams
To the ocean again, to the smoke
The sulfur and glass...yellow?
Turns black
Lovely eyes, but the water is unpure
Living things wither and die
In water the colour of dirt.
er, the word sail is s'posed to be a noun, not a verb...everytime i write something like this i come out sounding stoned...*goes quietly insane* well, that was fun. i can't think of anything else to say. i wrote a highly disturbing essay for creative writing. *laughs like a...well, iunno what, but twas scary* anyways, the prompt was "is society(or just you) emotionally healthy?" i kinda went with the society one...and what, exactly, defines an emotionally healthy person?? that's what i want to know. *looks around* i want to say more, but i'm restraining myself, isn't that nice??
"Sorry I'm not your perfect angel,
Guess I'm just human after all..."
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Dude, it's your blog. RANT. YOUR. ASS. OFF. And do the world a favor. Be like FOAMY!
*FOAMY WILL RANT ON!*
RYN: I kinda do it to myself, taking on everyone's problems. I like to help, don't get me wrong, but sometimes I take on more than I can handle. I don't want you to feel like you can't talk to me about stuff or anything... And thanks for the birthday wishes. 'Twas a good day, so they must've worked. ^-^
Sorry if I souned like a dickhead fr saying that but y'know just saying.
I like this poepm more and thatks for clearing up the sail thing.
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