wishful thinkingwishful thinkingrememberlast time iwas at your house?you were packing;we made teaand didn't talkvery much.you went upstairsto get a book.i was idly lookingat our shoes,discardedon the floor.i leaned downand pushed themtogether,so the toestouch.
The Face Of SadnessI am a man of many faces, each with its own voice.I am a man with no past, yet a closet of memories.I am a man full of empty tears, all from a life of sadness.My eyes tell the storiesof my life, each one as sombre as the last.My eyes have never changed, with each new face, my eyes remain.My eyes show nothing but an empty heart, Drained of life from a life of sadness.A childhood forgotten, lost in the sands of time.A childhood supressed, times of great pain.A childhood forgotten, all though a life of sadness.Dreams are my escape, my only place of freedom.Dreams hold the keys to my past, All of which is burried deep.Dreams are the only thing keeping me here, a never ending tale of sorrow.locked away within my mind, the relentless assult of Iggy.Locked away behind walls of steel, which slowly erode.locked away safe from life, a life of great misery.I have the face of sorrow, can you not see my broken smile?I have the face of
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jesuswhile waiting for the bus i met a homeless man who claimed to be jesus. we talked for a while about school and he even said a prayer for me. i'm an athiest, but if you're going to have a prayer said for you, you might as have a prayer said for you by the person who thinks he's the son of god.after he said his prayer he asked me for a cigarette. i didn't have any at the time, so i couldn't give him one. i offered him a dollar instead but he called me an asshole and kicked dirt on my shoes. i'm probably going to hell.