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journal : goodbye, moon. I suppose we can all say "Goodbye, Moon" now that NASA's going to run into it with their 78 million dollar spacecraft. They're doing it to look for water, apparently. I know we don't have a lot of fresh water here, but we have ways of getting it without wrecking something that could help us pay back the deficit we're growing. Or, maybe we could plant gardens off the sides of highways like Ladybird Johnson did before she died. The money could go towards parks, after-school programs, food banks, the possibilities are endless. Maybe it is all in the name of science... but there's a time andjournal : goodbye, moon. by ~troubleinharlem
poem : an elegy. You watch the other side of the sun, as it sets in the westpoem : an elegy. by ~troubleinharlem
Here I sit by my own, wondering where we'll be next
When you're on the other side of the world, I'll have time to do naught
While the night places it's cold, blue shadows I lose the freedom of thought
We could do anything, we would never say no
And what you confide in me, I shall confide in you
A storm is coming tonight, examine and profess
The son of God shall once again come down to us in distress
You shall stand naked by the truth and the anguish of the world
He will try your strength, and he will your morale unfurl
Silent we stand in front of the reason, when summer tak
Paper Crown Paper CrownPaper Crown by ~aillesdors
Queen,
lives in a faraway dream –
can you spare us a glance?
She
wishes for consistency,
but she won’t lift a hand.
See how the world spins around her throne:
gems of unlimited price…
she managed this far all on her own;
love is a poor sacrifice.
Queen,
lives like an oiled machine;
it all falls into place.
Why
would anyone ever cry
when a smile is your face.
Here in a realm where life fits so well,
why do the peasants complain?
These castle walls enclose and repel
each thing disrupting her reign.
Queen!
Crying her tears of saline,
don't you feel anything?
Plague,
emotions so horribly vag
I Never... "Yeah I've been doing just fine"I Never... by ~SewnSymphonies
Were the first words I muttered to the guard Brightside when I finnaly got out of my cage.
It was somtime in October, a full 4 years since I last breathed good enough air to well, call air.
When I was eventually escorted out into the world once again, everything hit me like a semi-truck bound for the next continent, so what could I do?
I decided to see how my reason for living was doing.
I got down to a familiar coffee shop and was eagerly greeted by an old friend whom sat with me and shared the surreal evening.
He said it was good to see me and wondered how I had been.
I told him I had been doing just
The Bus Skeletal trees reach out from the mist as if from another world, lonely hands groping for a new reality. The bus rides on. I touch my fingers to the window in an unconscious cliché, and the feeling of it spirals to my head in sickening euphoria. The mist contorts itself into creatures so familiar; my own imaginings that haunt me like spirits of murdered victims. All around me lie the sleeping figures of my fellow passengers, tired individuals in their own tired worlds, tiredly living each dreary day. The bus rides on.The Bus by ~neodox
Ripples in reality, I think, that is what it is, subtle undulations so easily unnoticeable. It would explain the way I f
dA Love 
Hi! I don't know if you'll be checking this anymore. just wanted to say hi. 
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