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Bloody RhymeOne, two, buckle my shoe.
It should've been me. Not her. Me.
Three, four, break down the door.
So many questions, but why, why, why?
Five, six, she's next in my mix!
I'd give anything. That's what I'd told the doctor. Blood, a kidney, a new heartwhatever it takes.
Seven, eight, piece of cake!
Three minutes and forty-two seconds. That's all. I left the room for three minutes and forty-two seconds. But he only needed three minutes and forty-one.
Nine, ten, bye bye Jen!
Bloody murder, bloody baker, bloody butcher, they said.
Eleven, twelve, I'll add to my shelve!
Flatline, they said, nothing they can do, they said.
Thirteen, fourteen, I'm getting quite keen!
I'll kill him, and then I'll kill me too. Because its my fault, and I'm guilty, guilty, guilty!
Fifteen, sixteen, is this the sister of that bean?
I'm the trap, and he's the mouse, I'm the bait, and he's the trapper.
Seventeen, eighteen, she couldn't have see
I'M SO BUSY Sorry! >///< I know I said I'd do some stuff, like "oh I'm doing this" or "sign me up," but then I didn't do anything. I really am sorry! I probably will get around to do whatever I said I'd do, but it will probably be late And this also means I will be unable to commit myself or participate in much anything anymore on here (for now)...
The reason I'm so busy: THERE ARE SO MANY REASONS. ;u;
"A single dream is more powerful than a thousand realities." Someone
I won't bother you with a long list, but to sum it up... School, a few auditions for this and that, moping about the guy-who-shall-not-be-named, projects, life, and OTHER peoples' lives. Oh, and I was thinking of where to get a job. I kind of always wanted to work at the movie theater...:u
my face is in so much pain right now and this is after I ate my self pity ice cream //sob
Let's go CRAZY, CRAZY, CRAZY,
'Til we see th
Isla VistaIsn’t it easy to blame?
To blame the father, to blame the mother,
To blame the government, to blame the trigger,
To blame the news, to blame the shooter.
Yell to the clouds and curse all you’d like;
Why should it help?
A young girl
Who was two steps out of high school
Did not see the shot
Nailing into her stomach
As she fell into her friend’s arms.
Yet, those arms could not catch
Because lightning struck twice and
She fell too.
How many classes could she have taken,
How many histories could she have studied,
To know that she would fall there?
And soon, the writer whose words faltered
with each resounding bullet,
found sleep on the sidewalk despite
his family’s cries. Who would
have guessed that such an incredible boy
would make such a heartbreaking corpse?
Another student, among others injured by malice
And devilry, did not see the morning come.
Nameless, simple, swept away to only become a headstone.
Three more collapsed
five hour energyi suppose
last week was only an aftershock
of the earthquake you were before.
this place used to vibrate
with metal strings and melodic,
testimonies to life,
emitting coffee-scented moods
and the burn of it too.
i had memorized the
sounds of silence,
i couldn't help but relish it.
no longer had i known
the sounds of folk
and scent of mocha-
you became nothing more
than an echo of the laughter
i so desperately needed to hear again.
then the echoes got louder,
bouncing ferociously off the walls
to be made manifest
i walked into your room
expecting exactly what i found-
an unmade bed,
and an empty beer
(the one that you insisted you needed
just days ago).
i pressed my nose
into the pillow
for incense and cologne and starbucks
to penetrate my mind
and thinking fervently
i already know
what a clean sheet smells like."
how strong an aftershock can be,
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