

SleepyheadThere you are lying in my bed. As scrunched up as the creases in my duvet. My little sleepyhead; My Juliet; Dreaming dreams where I will die, And you; Of Falling from grace so beautifully.Sleepyhead
You Cling to my pillow. The only hope for a sleeping soul.


Hospital DramaMy eyes Flutter open like butterfly wings. The smell of Grief and sterilizer Hits me before the light does.Hospital Drama
I take in my surroundings Like a bullet to the back of the head, The white walls, white coats, nurses hats and teary eyed parents all point to the signs of a hospital drama. I wonder how many people died in this bed.
The doctor gives me medical terms and procedures I'm glad I don't understand. My parents pick out the words they do and turn them to tears.
My mother is The first to Burst; I take no notice, All I can concentrate on is the stinging smell of sterilizer. &nb


We Are Liars.We are liars. We use Our words Like propaganda flyers, For the soul purpose of opinion. We Are the nightlife, And the knife-fights. We are the tragic heroes of a comic misery, Written by Shakespeare himself, Meant to bring tears to you, But the only tears are pity for ourselves.We Are Liars.
We are the liars of our generation, Always looked at in admiration.


To Be.Am I To Rot Away? To become a failure at living and a failure of loving? To be always ducking and covering from experiences wanted but not taken? To be A man known but not loved? To see a reflection but not recognize it? To die a death of solitude? (An End that justifies the means) To always run away from feuds? To be always looking back?To Be.
Am I To Rot Away A man Always Forgetting To Seize The Day?
HAPPY BITCH?!
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Laughter is the tonic, the relief, the surcease for pain.
-Charlie Chaplin
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..."nurturing talents"
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-Sean
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