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They call it lead, when it poisons, Etching filth and glory upon the page. Erase next the dark grey sins, Burning holes with parental rage.
Mother of kings, on silver wings Among the speckled stars she flies, Guarding there the god of the skies, Her husband as of late.
I'll call for you for days, But then I'll morn your loss. Then begins new hope... Regenerated, like the cross. You'll come back to us, If only for a little while. You are our true saviour. Weekend.
The meme I scatter through time and space, All to lead myself up to this place, That I may assuage the Doctor's gravest night. But, somehow, this feels so... right.
I'm writing this in a bathtub in a plain green notebook crying.
Ode to those with a heart of gold Ode to those both young and old Ode to those who are fighting in war This is what god made us for Ode to those who have broken hearts Ode to those who have fallen...
Some like the handsome, Some like the brave, But I like those who misbehave. Give me a coward, A weasly sneak, And I'll be happy for a week.
We will not follow, We shall not wallow, We shall run through the hollows, Escape this fate, Before the time rings late, We shall escape this trait, As we head for the run of our lives, Against those...
That's the day you smiled at me, Knowingly, remembering That's the day you called my name, Touched my heart, hope gushed in That's the day tears trickled down Held my hand, promising That's the day...
You know when you need a wee. And all that's about is a tree. Do you look about the zone, So your cover isn't blown, Or do you cross your legs and hope you don't pee?.
Time on my hands, You on my mind, No matter how far, There's a tie that binds. Years go by, Life goes on, But seeing you Makes it all re run.
Fighting monsters with bare hands. Love and romance in the air. Cliffhangers that leave you guessing. These are the things I like to read. Dragons, bandits, and aliens.
I am merely made of dust the remnants of what once was a shining and beautiful star. And the Earth will swallow me whole someday..
Ah, the dragon Being of might and glory A god amongst gods From the rivers and the stories It is time for them to leave now Their presence uncontested But the dwelling of immortals Can never be too...
With needle and thread, With ink and paper, With paint and canvass, With blood much thicker. I do it for you, In memory of you, Because of you, Inside or outside of you.
While a bit of lead kills nerves dead, Its neighbor aids the suffering: In part it assuages your stomach's rages.
I spin a web of entanglement. Trapping all who cross my lair. No one may pass unnoticed. Each thing must have it's own effect:- Be it good or bad. I observe you with awed silence.
You. Me. Us.
The rain falls down, swallowed by the ground. And it's the same drip, the same lonely sound. I taste the wet air, spreading in my chest. Clean the debris, leave nothing left.
What is it. But a fiery proton, Drifting alone or neutrally through space; Yet it brings life and dawns. Ambrosia of stars, found every place..
Lazy as a cat, fuzzy as a wig, Dozing like an aqueous log And snorting like a pig -- I'm still not sure he is a dog..
In your case of wood and velvet I can bring you near and far, You are small and far more gainly Than a banjo or guitar.
Nine plants twirling wiz zing around the bruing ball of gas the sun keeping us warm somtimes Bye Chelsea.
I need a woman that has as many sides as me. A lady in the streets and a G only when she has to be. See my woman has to make me better while still making me believe I'll never be good enough.