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words_half_spoken_and_thoughts_unclear
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Effingham Fish
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Don't watch this space.
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011130
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silentbob
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if only i thought of the right words, i could have held onto your heart
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011130
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sabbie
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i wish i knew what i was trying to say that day...when what i did say turned out all wrong and my stomach churned at the ugliness of the words and you turned your back and walked away
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011130
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Effingham Fish
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Don't blame me if you get cut with your own sword.
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011201
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Effingham Fish
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Suicide note: I die because I have no reason to live.
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011201
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Effingham Fish
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If you know you know everything, please, kill yourself. You are either right, and this world has nothing left to teach you, or you are wrong, and will prove so insufferable that you will likely be murdered, anyway.
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011201
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Effingham Fish
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Against my better judgement, I find myself enjoying New Age music.
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011201
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Effingham Fish
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In the rush to be different and individual, being yourself is in danger of becoming a lost art.
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011201
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megan
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at midnight, the snow falling. silence is the only sound. perhaps a fireplace, or a blanket. it's when my mind doesn't quite work like it's supposed to, when there's so much for me to tell you, and so much left unsaid. i'm not quite sure how to let you go away...
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021225
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eklektic
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"would you help me lose my virginity?" don't you ever ask me a question like that again. my answer would've been no. and yes, you can believe i would've said yes, to make yourself feel better. i dont think i could give myself away to you. not now. not yet.
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021225
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tourist
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It's Just a Box of Rain I don't Know who put it There
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021226
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repeater
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It's Just a Box of Pain and we all had a hand in putting it There
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061219
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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