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WingsproutI love to daydream, staring at Father Sky for hours and wondering what it’d be likeWingsprout
to fly like a bird through Father Sky’s land.
I envision myself waking up one day to discover that feathers have sprouted all along my arms. I open my apartment window wide, crouch on the edge, and leap off. My powerful arms keep me soaring in Father Sky’s country. As I glide on the wind, I look down. Mother Earth is smiling up at me. I smile back, almost wave, remember my busy arms and don’t.
I keep my arms strai
by ~PentacleCross
ChildhoodIn infancy, I was helpless. I always made a mess. When I was one, I could run. At two, I was babbling and toddling. At three, I knew how to go poo and that cows could moo. At four, I was burned on my arm from a cousin with cigarettes who meant me harm. Five, I went to kindergarten, not wanting the end of my home life but I made some friends. Six, I learned addition, lost Patrick and instead got nicknamed Nick. Seven, I got into my first fight, and won with all my might. Eight, I had to cry when my dog had to die. Nine, my forays into drChildhood
by ~PentacleCross
BarsFrom deep down underground,Bars
I sit in my damp dank cell. There’s a hard iron cot under me, and the window above, a small stinky can to piss in, and nothing else for me. Day after day, year after year, I’m stuck in this cell. A door with one small barred window and a shelf for meals is my portal to the rest of the building. The other barred window,
six feet up, is my portal to the world outside. Every day, I get up, take a piss, and while waiting for my crappy prison breakfast, I stand on my cot
and look at the
blue, b
by ~PentacleCross
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Brothers: The English BratjaBrothers written by Tobu Ishi, a devoted FMA fan sung by many other devoted FMA fans, including Vic MignognaBrothers: The English Bratja
How can I repay you, brother mine? How can I expect you to forgive? Clinging to the past, I shed our blood And shattered your chance to live
Though I knew the laws, I paid no heed How can I return your wasted breath? What I didn't know has cost you dear; For there is no cure for death
Beautiful mother, soft and sweet Once you were gone we were not complete Back through the years we reached for you Alas, it was not to be
by ~TobuIshi
Brother, My BrotherHigh fever,Brother, My Brother
Shaking in bed,
Ears popping.
I’m in so much pain,
I lay in my empty bed,
In a room to small to hold my illness.
I shake praying for death,
This pain,
This loneliness,
Is too much to bear,
And when I feel I’m on the edge…
You walked in.
You brought me a full bowl of chicken noodle,
And even fed it to me,
For my body ached too badly for me to feed myself.
You fluffed my pillows,
And pulled up my blankets.
I smile k
by ~StrangestOne
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Role Playing reduces THERAPY BILLS................... just thought you should know ^_~
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Role Playing reduces THERAPY BILLS................... just thought you should know ^_~
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The forced decision between life or death is blinded by the glitter of society! Open your eyes Cattle! See what is to come! You sin every day! Might as well enjoy it! What am i to do? What am I to say? Am I doomed to sit and contemplate? SOCIAL DECAY!
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The forced decision between life or death is blinded by the glitter of society! Open your eyes Cattle! See what is to come! You sin every day! Might as well enjoy it! What am i to do? What am I to say? Am I doomed to sit and contemplate? SOCIAL DECAY!
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