2001-2002, richmond, tampa
Doubtfulsomehow it made my soul feel right. just counting lines all night.
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The Still of RainMariners ChurchThe Still of Rain
You’re the last four out of the twenty five. Salty air pushed her from her footing. Singing sweetly. She swore she’d never tell. So you’re lucky, I made sure she never could. The hour that passed. Exhumed Isabelle, and the memories we have of her. Aren’t we lucky? To see the dead. Oh, isn’t she lucky? In all her vague beauty. Every captured embrace. Flee from you. Like the colour runs from dreams. I sat still. At the end of a pew. What a gift to receive. Your presence once to see. Walking past me, like I wa
by ~LeavingNewJersey
Sleeping Weather.So You Know About SadakoSleeping Weather.
How could I make a guess about this. Short enough for us both to fit. Half an hour away from the end of the day. It should arrive soon enough. It’s all to do with loneliness. Too hard to ignore. So easy for me to adore. If I stray too far. No doubt I’ll find a path. I’ll find a patch of grass. And wait for sleep to come. So slowly. So lowly. In 1995 I was ten years young. Eyes bright enough to attract. Now I’ll never catch another one.
Sitting in Sheds/Radio. &nb
by ~LeavingNewJersey
"Amongst and AsideStill."Amongst and Aside
what could capture. who could keep. what it takes, for the courage to come. take a chance. did you see me fall? all down and still. oh, and it's about time. that i had something to write home about. of my scraped heart. how i had my broken feet. how warm they bleed. i'm keeping an eye to the sky. sorry to see you leave. i'm open here, too. but i don't know if i can follow. sorry to see you leave. i don't know if i can follow. all i know, i'm not through with you.
Spitting.
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by ~LeavingNewJersey
I hope youI hope youI hope you
Everyone’s away. So I ended up talking to myself. My sunburn itches, as I scratch away dead skin. There’s going to be a windfall one day to come. But the rain has been the cushion for the coming of September. Each rotting ember of summer flickers into the grey pavement. And by day break I’ll be moving away to where it’s at. Beyond the park and fields. I’m going to ride the rails. I’m going to the kill hours with alcohol. You’ll find that a home without me is just a place of storage. We’ve been teetering on the brin
by ~LeavingNewJersey
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- Current Residence: nowheresville
- Interests: rockets and dining rooms, compilation CD's, guitars, awkward personalities.
- Favourite movie: fight club, pans laberynth, blue velvet, heat
- Favourite band or musician: farside, red house painters, sun kil moon, roguewave, jawbreaker, the appleseed cast,hot water music
- Favourite genre of music: indie, beard punk (hawhaw), some country.
- Favourite artist: i have no idea.
- Favourite poet or writer: chuck palahnuik.
- Favourite photographer: some guy
- Favourite style of art: ndc
- Operating System: windows.
- MP3 player of choice: the cheapest.
- Shell of choice: oyster
- Wallpaper of choice: grainy
- Skin of choice: tattoos
- Favourite game: pokemon
- Favourite gaming platform: ps2
- Favourite cartoon character: courage the cowardly dog
- Personal Quote: "he lost his mind again." again? i never knew he ever did
- Tools of the Trade: abandoned shipyards that mysteriously light up in certain corners of the night.
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