BridgeI stood on the bridge exactly in the centre And felt fine, balanced, ready even.Bridge
I held the cold metal railings Tight I drew breath.
The air was cold, wet, awakening The cars wizzed past down below
The headlights streaming beacons Of light
I sat on the railings
My jeans soaked up the wet The water ran through my hair And fell delicate and beautiful Past my feet to the tarmac below.
It was night but it soon it would be day, It was dark but soon there would be light, It was lonely but soon there would be love. &nbs
Prayer for sleepThat's all I ask of you Lord. Let me sleep, Bring me peace, Let me go Lord. Fill my mind with pictures, Of all the good things you bring. Let me sail away, Let the waters wash away, the bad dreams that haunt me.Prayer for sleep
That's all I ask you Lord. Turn my fear to rest, Wrap me in your blanket, Turn the tides of trouble, Calm the stormy waters in my soul, Smooth the creases in my heart. Whisper precious truths into my ear, They are my medicine, the rope that I can grasp.
I will go now Lord. Turn the light that I rely on, off.
ExpectationsExpectations I can't fufill.Expectations
Dreams I cannot realise.
Opportunities Out of reach.
Fruitless attempts to please, In a thirst for love, Or even acceptance.
Any sign or indication That I'm closer to matching the identity They've created for me.
All for them Just for them I try And fail
Again and Again
*Sigh*
Hard AdviceLeave the world alone, And you cannot harm it.Hard Advice
Allow the dust to settle, Do not disturb.
Say nothing, Expect no answer.
Share nothing, Don’t be vulnerable.
Walk on the tarmac, Leave no impression.
Be anonymous, Evidence is lasting.
Be anyone, Except yourself.
Never give your heart, Don’t take theirs.
Don’t cry on a shoulder, Don’t hold a hand, Don’t sit too close, Don’t let them See you,
AbsenceI am all alone All i had is gone Waiting for the dawn To take me.Absence
I am all that's left Dried of tears and hate Feeling emptiness That burns me.
I do not exist I dare not to live All i want is peace To hold me.
In the sorrowful nights Dreadful dreams ignite There's nothing left to do All i am is through.
So i close my eyes Silence stands aside Something takes me in I'm no longer here.
And when darkness comes Joy spreads all around No one seems to notice I left.
Sea of ThoughtOver a Sea of Dreams, My mind wanders, Nothing's as it seems, My sanity it squanders.Sea of Thought
The mist confounds, Makes me succumb, To the frightful sounds, That make me numb.
I'm locked inside my mind, I've become an outcast, Everyone else is blind, To the knowledge I've amassed.
Lost in a Sea of Nightmares, All for naught, Destroyed by everyone's glares, Upon a Sea of Thought.
Devious Journal Entry
at all?
do you use this site anymore?
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Meanwhile, in his chambers at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes was playing a mournful air on his kazoo.
I'm Ford Cruller in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
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Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
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Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
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Meanwhile, in his chambers at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes was playing a mournful air on his kazoo.
I'm Ford Cruller in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
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Good morning, and in case I don't see ya, good afternoon, good evening, and good night!
soooo funny. PotC goodness. XDXD
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Meanwhile, in his chambers at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes was playing a mournful air on his kazoo.
I'm Ford Cruller in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
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Sexyness doesn't come from coffee it comes from ducks that aren't cats or cows.
incidentally, there are nine chapters up on ff.net, which people who don't own accounts CAN review, i discovered. The link is here [link] i think that works. if not it's in my last journal but one here on devart. ah the intricacies of modern technology.
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Meanwhile, in his chambers at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes was playing a mournful air on his kazoo.
I'm Ford Cruller in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
*dives under desk, and stays there for six hours, shooting little darty glances at the outside world*
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Meanwhile, in his chambers at 221b Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes was playing a mournful air on his kazoo.
I'm Ford Cruller in the deviantART Psychonauts Crew!
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"Where the hell was i going with this?"
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