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OrbsLet me start with a statement will enthuse some even as it irritates others. We each have many worlds. The shape of the worlds varies by the individual, and presents him or her with both the things they know to be truth and the things they think to be true. The form that provides these, “truths,” often has an elusive nature, but not a flawless camouflage.Orbs
Plato’s worlds were a series of caves. Zeppelin’s worlds were a series of steps on a staircase.
Marguerite’s worlds were a series of rooms. And mine.
My worlds are a string of pearls.
I am telling you this because
by ~sweetslumbering
Catch Me Catch Me If You CanCatch me catch me if you can Watch your life spin out of handCatch Me Catch Me If You Can
Feel me tremble Watch things burn A cold inside begins to churn
Light is strong But dark is deep Kiss me on this broken street
Catch me Catch me if you can
Watch your life spin out of hand
Darkened sky
Painful dreams Out of breath and plunged in deep
Crashing upwards Voice is numb Drowned out by their freezing fun
Catch me Catch me if you can
Watch your life spin out of hand
Sound of twisting
Truths to lies Pull
by ~sweetslumbering
Fresh StartLove there is a smoldering inside my mindFresh Start
A wish to leave these watched streets behind
For a place where the star’s tears will fall on the pines
Without a thought to look behind
Along back roads, far from florescent lights
Where there is nobody by my side
Where the tires won’t budge so of coarse I must stay
This is where I wish to remain
by ~sweetslumbering
Voice CaressesWhat should I do when the world turns against me?Voice Caresses
What should I do when I can’t see straight?
What can I do when you seem my fate?
“I missed you the moment your feet hit the blacktop.”
That sound resounds in my ears It’s your voice that calms my fears I can do this if you are near
“It’s yours for the taking.” He murmurs
I stare a the form of your hand
by ~sweetslumbering
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01. letterdearly devoted one, allow me to take this chance to state that the world itself resides on a strange path and seems tilted on a precarious angle. i do not know how this happened except to say that it did.01. letter
and i am sorry for it.
sometimes our hands are bloodied before we realize we hold the knife and at times we see the crimson stains and merely shut our eyes to it. i never knew i had the heart of a killer until i saw the blade and realized the wounds inflicted on my behalf.
i shuddered against them but the dreams were real. i b
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- Tools of the Trade: My mind and anything else within reach
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