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An ocean apart... Yet we share the same heart... A heart that begs for peace. We feel so ashamed... Of promises our leaders have maimed...
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Poets
DISCLAIMER: This is a purely hypothetical protest song. Please don't send black helicopters after me. I do not actually plan to do any of this.
Jesus would smack the living shit out of you... Clean out your temples and knock your tables over, too. Have you even read the goddamn book?
I'm so tired... Of putting out the same damn fire... Just to see another match light the pyre. / I'm so exhausted... From screaming against the hatred...
I'm only six-years-old But I know way too fucking much... About my parent's shitty marriage And their problems with their son.
Crunch of boots in ankle-deep snow... Smell of damp wool and melting ice. Blankets of white cancel noise... A frigid winter wasteland of sleeping flora.
Catch up: Chapters 1-3 Chapters 4-6 Chapters 7-9 10 I lie in bed that evening, watching the minute hand of the clock. It's 8:30 on Friday, like the note said.
By CT Idlehouseabout a year ago in Fiction
Sometimes loved ones cling on to life... Even when their bodies have lost the fight... They don't want to leave us all behind...
Grizzly bears don't wait outside bars... They don't follow women to their cars. They don't put drugs in your cup... They don't call you a "fucking cunt."
I used to be afraid of spiders... Even the thought of them made me nervous. I feel tiny legs all over my skin... And I couldn't sleep for the distress.
"Have you seen the price of milk today?" "Why are TV shows so gay?" "Why do I have to call you they now?" / These are the reasons,
First they came for women's rights... And you did not vote to save them, for you thought other women do it. Next they came for trans people's rights...
