random with a touch of peotic likeness
Watch me waste these dreams that were never really mine, they fall and crash and burn but I will never cry for them, no water for the sea no fire for the sun, Ill drown right here right now only because it sounds like fun. The things I really want to do and those that I have done meet up in the middle then fall into oblivion. No water for the sea no fire for the sun, oblivion. Fall into the fire and then douse it with the sea, the sun will dry the river that no one will cry for me, oblivion can take the sun and do with it what it will, The wasted dreams will always come, oblivion.
Lullaby for baby doll
Scream a little louder maybe |
tainted
We are the tainted everyone dresses in white, we are those who don’tspeak words unless they’re wise, and to the wise we tell not to speak. We are the lives we live for many, we are the eyes to those who refuse to see. We are the path to those who are lost. We lose ourselves to let them gain. We feel it all but feel nothing at all. Numbing the pain to allow the gain, to the blind, to the lost, to those who need to be saved, to save, to show that there is something to know.
We are the tainted dressed in white, saviours to those who cannot know, cannot see. Our lives are lived by moonlight hidden in our dreams, daylight calls to sacrifice the lives we shall not lead. Give to one then give to all and give it all away, maybe once im lost and blind they’ll give it back to me. Tainted is our way of life and we don’t ask for more, we see how it must be, we’ve been through it all before.
-Anna Keller-
Simon
I just had what will probably be one the most difficult phone calls of my life. My little brother called and said "I have good news and horrible news". He said that he will be coming home tomorrow or the day after but that the reason he can come home is that despite the chemotherapy he still has leukemia cells and that the doctors say there is nothing more they can do. He said "It’s sad but I’m ok and at least now I finally get to go to Laronde." After a minute of crying on the phone together he told me he had to call his friends now and tell them what’s going on.
& nbsp; If you know me, you know what sort of esteem I hold my little brother in and if you know Simon it only takes a second to realise why. Although I’ve had 11 years to get used to the idea I am still astounded at the rare kind of special he is and at how much you can love and appreciate just one person. I know that there isn’t really anything that can be said to what I have just told you. I just wanted to let you all know and tell you to keep a happy thought for Simon and to appreciate the people you love in the time you have with them.
Anna Keller
Meow? Part two... still no cats
The telephone rings
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- Get the phone, I’m busy
- Doing what?
- I’m painting shithead. But you already know that, now get the phone.
- You know usually it’s the older sister that’s abusive. Hello?... No way! You’re kidding right?.. Yes, thank you.
Oh baby.
She hangs up the phone and turns to her sister with a smug crooked smile, the kind of smile you know will be followed by something stomach twisting.
- What the shit is going on?
- Guess.
Ugh not this shit again can’t she just tell me.
- Lets see, there has been a terrible car crash and our dear parents have perished.
-Better.
Her eyebrow lifts and the smirk previously described now appear on the features of the younger
sister.
-They’re in the hospital aren’t they?
- Keep going
- Intensive care unit?
- Keep going
- Comatose!
- Jackpot baby!
The girls couldn’t have planned it better had they taken matters into their own hands. Roxy had just turned eighteen and last week their parents had made adjustments to their will to have her become Isabelle’s Guardian in case of such a tragedy as they were granted by the rain and careless drivers on the streets tonight.
-Zaz we’re free.