writings and musings of a creative sort
This is just a small collaboration of some of the "I feel like being creative so I am just going to put a pen to paper and see what comes out" works that I have in a scrapbook in my room. They all took less than 5 minutes to write which explains their quality..or lack thereof :P Please don't take without permission!! (C) me :) haha like anyone would want them anyway...
"One thing I always loved as a child was when it happened to rain just as mum was putting on a load of towels. I much preferred the softness of the tumble dryer against my skin, to the folded harshness of the summer sun" - Me
Slave - written by me
Don't cry for me,
You haven't missed me,
For I am the long lost slave.
Hide me
Oh, please, hide me,
for I am about to be taken away.
Bless you, bless you,
You children of God.
Blessed be your hearts,
Forever your souls are saved.
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Insomia - inspired by the 'Electric Messiah' speech in Arkham Asylum by Grant Morrison and Dave McKean
It's hard to sleep
With a head full of tears.
The cries, the wails
they echo into the night.
We descend further into darkness,
Further
Further
Further from the pale blue moon.
I am insomnia.
The awaker, awoken, awake,
kept up late until late becomes early.
Is it really any surprise to you
that I detest the night?
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Dead - by me
It's getting dark now,
It's no wonder you can hardly see.
Blink
Blink
Grab at your eyes.
Clutch at the air around you.
It's no use.
There's nothing there
Nothing to be salvaged at the touch of your hands.
You're getting afraid now,
more than you were before.
That's good,
Good baby.
There's nothing I love more than hearing your heart
Racing
Racing
Before it stops.
Dead.
Dead in the blackness of night.
"One thing I always loved as a child was when it happened to rain just as mum was putting on a load of towels. I much preferred the softness of the tumble dryer against my skin, to the folded harshness of the summer sun" - Me
Slave - written by me
Don't cry for me,
You haven't missed me,
For I am the long lost slave.
Hide me
Oh, please, hide me,
for I am about to be taken away.
Bless you, bless you,
You children of God.
Blessed be your hearts,
Forever your souls are saved.
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Insomia - inspired by the 'Electric Messiah' speech in Arkham Asylum by Grant Morrison and Dave McKean
It's hard to sleep
With a head full of tears.
The cries, the wails
they echo into the night.
We descend further into darkness,
Further
Further
Further from the pale blue moon.
I am insomnia.
The awaker, awoken, awake,
kept up late until late becomes early.
Is it really any surprise to you
that I detest the night?
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Dead - by me
It's getting dark now,
It's no wonder you can hardly see.
Blink
Blink
Grab at your eyes.
Clutch at the air around you.
It's no use.
There's nothing there
Nothing to be salvaged at the touch of your hands.
You're getting afraid now,
more than you were before.
That's good,
Good baby.
There's nothing I love more than hearing your heart
Racing
Racing
Before it stops.
Dead.
Dead in the blackness of night.