it is way too late.you need to learn not to say "I love you".
I can't seem to get you to comprehend
the reasons why those texts should not be sent.
You spent to many nights with girls you should have left,
I want you gone now, out of my head.
I'm going mad.
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Amytriptyline.Nobody will ever understand how it felt when I thought about teeth.Amytriptyline.
Teeth rot away with age and there is nothing you can do to avoid it, there is nothing you can do to avoid the clincally nausiating smell of the waiting room where there is absolutely no doubt you will be facing pain soon and someone will be causing it and they know they are and they just won't stop. (I wonder how a person could do such a thing, every day. It's worse than murder.)
And you will get older and older and the rest of your organs will begin to erode like pebbles on the beach until you are nothing but sand. When you get to a certain age each
by ~shai-ella
Role Play"Here's yer change and yer receipt" and "what can ah do yer for?" with old men calling me luv and bar codes, after the night before spent only having a drink or two knowing I've work in the morning. These days spent worrying about if we have any toilet paper left and have the dogs been let out and isn't it past her bedtime and where the fuck are they?Role Play
Then her, with last night's glittery eyeshadow, short skirt and high heels,
making it back just in time to catch the school bus and make it back, again in time to catch last night's slee
by ~shai-ella
I feared hammersYou searched for tools, frantically with your hands and your eyes moving simultaneously and your breath growing rapid and your heart beating just loudly enough to be heard over my whispers. (Fix this.)I feared hammers
You were collecting together nails and hammers, needles and thread, adhesive strips, superglue, anything that you thought would work. It was a case of trial and error and you were against the clock and you were mimicking time as you searched and searched, hands and eyes in sync, breath rapid, heart just louder than a whisper. You were looking so hard.
I sat and waited to be thrown back together, somehow, like the glas
by ~shai-ella
I'm beginningDo you have a soundtrack to your dreams? Like when we lie in bed and we hear the sound Of hands running over shirt seams, I think that then I was lost but now I'm found.I'm beginning
These quatrains won't mean a thing To you and your academic brain which lies On physics, maths and writing Numbers, symbols, not words. I still cry.
I confuse myself, picking words from thin air And crying in my deepest sleep. I miss the days where she'd stroke my hair, I wish I could look a little more like peace.
When I woke up nothing made any sense And I forgot that it wasn'
by ~shai-ella
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SMALL giantsJoints of old twigs snap under my yellow, bare heels and leave numb lines across them. I look at the ground as I run; brown, black, beige blurs try to catch up with me, but I leave them pining for me in the dust. I hear the sound of the gushing water, forcing itself down a drop. It doesn’t look like water; it looks like a blue electric tongue with birds flying across its roof. I stop and I stare and I let my heels turn pink.SMALL giants
A bird perches on a tree with blueish-black feathers that look like the cow licks oil leaves on the ocean; leaves hang freely from trees and light fractures through them. I trace my fingers over a slanted tree
by ~Strobe-likeInk
x is y, y is x-1, I is WTF?In maths, reflections are not poetic. They are simply mirror lines at certain angles to clone the same thing. Behind me there stands a mirror, and ten little ones reflecting off each other. This means there are countless (for me, anyway) mathematically challenged teenagers in this room right now, and probably a lot more clones of the same thing in all around England.x is y, y is x-1, I is WTF?
But what about translations? Translations are the exact shape only moved to different places. This means that there are these clones of confused teens all round the globe, all sitting in their rooms amongst the rolls of rubber given off by the friction be
by ~Strobe-likeInk
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All the boys chew lego
So now we can't build castles for robots
Because the pieces won't fit together
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sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
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Thanks alot for the fav ^_^
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JEg kan forstå signaturen min.. hahe
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sometimes we take chances, sometimes we take pills
Sorry but I dont understand your question very well..
let me know
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An innocent tip, though: comment someone's work before favoriting. I'm not asking for comments now, but I do see that you are looking to get a little gallery traffic, so make sure to comment people first. They're almost as effective as favorites, anyways.
Welcome to DeviantArt, by the way.
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I'll stay here and persevere, and we'll meet again after the fighting stops.
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I sold my soul for all this sarcasm.
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