I don't understand.
The Sows-eye-tea.They're all members of it.The Sows-eye-tea. by m7073c96
The board who talk about
CHILD OBESITY, the COALITION, and the BUDGET DEFICITS.
They talk about how,
THE YOUTH OF TODAY,
is not at all like the youth of yesteryear.
They speculate over their finest china,
with earl's grey in one hand,
and a rich tea in the other.
They talk about us like we're not here-
they say our clothes are tacky,
and our music too promiscuous.
They spread their wisdom over their scones,
but only when they run out of criticism.
"Yes. but of course it's really the parents who are to blame.
WE didn't raise you to be like that,
Did we sweetie?"
"You'd never dream to do things like that-
I replicate the fake smile that they model to me.
"Good" She replies.
(But I wasn't talking to her-
I was talking to the custard creams,
who threatened to rape my taste buds.)
They are right,
Not eating DOES make you fatter.
It's as though,
The more weight I lose,
The more there is to go.
Until I am able to slip
DE.Gentle caressing hands soften beneath thick skin,DE. by m7073c96
Opening eyes that have seen nightmares.
Tenderly did the sun shine,
and removed what tempest could not.
Hold her hand,
Guide her home,
Release troubled water her forsaken eyes were unable.
Let the sun warm her skin,
Bring colour to her pallour.
May she emerge from the abyss and flee,
Lord please grant her blind eyes see.
The Song of the NightShiveringThe Song of the Night by m7073c96
in front of glowing screens,
awaiting dawns that never arise.
Awaiting the Sun's rays, to bathe your
and for the morning dew to rejuvenate your skin
to speak into the night.
Surrounded by void space,
the singing silence whispering a melody-
A still, yet resonating song,
like soapy fingers on glass.
So sing the humpback whales,
whilst you're left drowning.
The sound chases down
every swallowed tear,
every healing scar,
every silent afternoon
inspiring them to move.
Like wild horses,
reveal your agile mind,
leaping like a dainty mountain gazelle.
Spare no thought for inhibitions.
It is here-
the release you've been praying for-
It is here.
From your broken soul,
and wounded heart,
You sing like a bird set free
from prison bars,
and intruding eyes.
Sobs rise from so deep,
that you can barely tell
whether they came from you,
or to you.
But before you could be alarmed by the secrets roused,
they disappear into th
Dear SelfDear Self,Dear Self by m7073c96
You know that I know you.
I know by the time you've finished reading this you'll still be dying to go for a run, away from anything, everything and nothing I'm fine;
I know you feel like a very big mess of anything, everything and nothing I'm fine.
I know tonight you lost count of the sheep, and you crept down into the bathroom to find relief in the number that is slightly smaller than last night;
I know you are scared, confused and feel terribly lost;
I know you think noisy thoughts about who you are;
I know you think you're selfish,
because the nature of yourself
is to think of yourself
thinking of yourself
whilst writing of yourself
But just to inform you-
This is not true.
130 Points Giveaway (Closed)Wow. You guys really came through in this giveaway. Over 1000 favs? That surprised me. The feedback on this was overwhelming.. Like wow. I still don't know if I can answer every single comment here.. I'll try though. c:130 Points Giveaway (Closed) by iDJPanda
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