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ChromaticPeople tell me I'm probably colorblind when I tell themChromatic
I only see two colors; red, blue, and purple.
The red is for the kind of rage that is blind and hateful; the
sour strawberry with oversized leaves, crushed slowly to stain and seep into your mind (none but homemade remedies to remove it, fortunately).
The blue is for the kind of sorrow that is loud and tastes like blue jello; shuddering and cold at the touch, holding itself
together (just enough that
it doesn't fall apart on its own).
The purple is for the balan
by ~Reprieved
Insert Your Name HereWelcome to the fun house; where our mirrors give you modest opinions.Insert Your Name Here
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ConnectionsThere is a world flooded in color, whose people are filled with messages as numerous as the tree's leaves; a point in their life where there's plenty of time to create a melody, a masterpiece, a new song.Connections
Sing, you will, but with what song? Erase what is gray and smother it with color, for with no given time, you will create a multitude of messages, some meaning to complete your life; and may they drift in their sight like leaves.
Treat your efforts as that of leaves, flourishing into a new song, full of life, and a kaleidoscope of color; &
by ~Reprieved
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Cliche, A lieI miss the shouting, the crying, the confessions The noise of your fluttered broken heartbeat Our shaky exhales at skins' first contact No more simple sounds of life I miss hearing about the pain, the joy Of insignificant things, that come with each new dayCliche, A lie
I’ve heard it said a thousand times That peace in the wind is a precious thing The emptiness that comes in comfort swings That silence leaves a breath to in/exhale A moment to ponder and a moment to dream
I’ve heard it said a thousand times That time will seal our jagged souls All wounds w
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Drive. 3 - NumbMy name is Joey.Drive. 3 - Numb
Today I killed my girlfriend. It wasn’t my fault, but it was. And I’m not sure if anyone will listen to me or care or give a damn.
I loved her and I’m not a sappy guy who says that all the time. I’m an asshole who makes bad jokes and loses friends but for some reason Kara saw past that. Fuck, she looked right into my soul and saw that a part of me was broken. She once told me that I was her torn heart, and she would fill the holes with pieces of her own. That girl spouted poetry like a fountain spouts water.
I hope they lock me up and let me rot in jail for the rest
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