you_can_read_it_on_their_faces so fucking lost if all i have is hatred left, then the only thing i can expect from them is the same and it makes my hatred grow which, in turn, they pick up on and hate me further. hate what you cannot explain hate what you do not understand hate what is different hate when all else is gone 020215 ... ilovepatsajak i must have read a thousand faces. i must have robbed them of their cause. 020215 ... Deomis They are scared. You see it in their eyes, the fear of change, of difference. They fear you. 040719 ... puredream you can read it on their faces you can see it in their eyes they're leaving deserted traces for you're the one whom they despise they've chased you to the end of the line of broken train tracks and bleeding nails trying to convince you, "everything's just fine" disregarding your windless sails my mind's a playground for legless children a mountain for deoxygenated climbers pushing harder even though you cannot win lost in and amongst all the sinners who said this was supposed to make sense? all these words, played out in real time from my ears, not mouth, I dispense holding above my head a suicidal sign i could listen to your song over and over again listening to you, your sounds, your blood drips drip drop, through the window of your den the pavement of your high sailing ships staying afloat, sinking fast through the clouds strumming your heart strings, snap a star breaks ahead, listen to the sound of your soul crashing, the snap of a trap you can read it on their faces you can see it on their eyes they'll chain you with fraying shoelaces suffocate, muffle your most lost of cries 040719 ... Syrope He always gets so mad, the things you laugh at. "Don't get so worked up." you'd say. but on the back deck you admit that you haven't felt much like laughing lately anyway. And then I say, "that could change." I noticed how you waste no time making your way across the room. You leave a wake of tongues still waving after you. And it's no coincidence where you finally choose to stand. I know soon soon you will be leaving your man. It's a sweet smile and then a denial. Hey, you're just trying to be nice. But there's a meaning to every fleeting action you unconsciously decide. The clocks they chime. Now it's time. I know you try to play it cool but there's some thoughts you just can't hide. Only in your closest friends would you confide. The way you say you'll be seeing me, oh, like it's so offhand. I discern soon soon, you will be leaving your man. You look at me so boldly now. You have no lack of confidence. It's just those lessons on sublety you missed. I know you dream of saving me like I'm some plane that you could land. But when you fly you'll be leaving your man. ~ soon_you_will_be_leaving_your_man ~ bright_eyes 040720 what's it to you? who go blather from