Lost in MomentsI was bouncing my pen against the wall, sitting on the bed, catching the pen a respectable amount of the time in my right hand. I had one of those cool pens that sported some sort of rubber jacket, which made the whole thing flexible and bouncy. Yep. Come to think of it, it's probably the only cool thing I own. Must've bought it on impulse. (That's about as impulsive as I get, buying some goddamned flashy pen). Up until now, anyway.Lost in Moments
My mom should've seen me, throwing a pen against what could've been a stainless wall, without bruises and carefully cleaned every day. She wasn't around though, hell no, I could throw all kinds of crap agai
The Tales of Pickle IslandThe Tales of Pickle IslandThe Tales of Pickle Island
Once upon a time, on a distant island in the deep blue ocean there lived a colony of pickles. No one really knows how they got there and why they chose to inhabit this uncomfortable wart of an island, the thorn of the ocean. Some whisper that they were descendents of a group of pickle felons, sent abroad by a cruel, bearded king. They were said to be of mostly cucumber descendence. Calumnies as such were joyfully put aside by most residents of Pickle Island, as we shall call it, since it was a happy place, with happy veggies. A place of little hate, where work was light and fun was all around. Many indu
Cherry SummerWith a stomach full of butterflies One can expect poor appetite My breakfast is a bowl of spite But I just can't digest that rightCherry Summer
Baby, I lost the key to your heart I dropped it down the drain Now that I can't get in anymore I might as well refrain
But your eyes keep inviting me in...
Beasts and things are by my side running by and blocking.. my sight I have been infected and I don't know how to stop The Moon has gone and the Sun is not yet up
Baby, I lost the key to your heart I dropped it down the drain Now that I can't get
PurplePurple,Purple
Butterfly, shot down and left to rot Or emptied and turned into a crawling moth You were lively and far too bright In the stinking fog we don’t appreciate the light.
Purple,
Endless rows of identical trees Freed from their all too greenish leaves Too opinionated, too full of juice Other thoughts, they weren’t of any use.
Purple, Tied up, you will stay in line Third finger cut off, unable to shine Black sun above, smothered in Reign Oppressed and silent you won’t feel any pain.
Purple,
Put that smile away And pr
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