The sky screams, deep, guttural, angry
Brushing it off, no second thoughts,
We call it necessary.
For we would starve if not for
The sorrow behind the clouds
But how often do you look up?
Burning tears weighing your shoulders down,
Boots sodden and heavy as if chained by shackles,
Stinging your eyes, begging,
begging you to avert your gaze once more.
How often do you look up, and wonder
How the sky could feel such pain,
Pain it holds in until the beautiful blue facade
Cracks with a thunderous roar.
Do you not feel the same?
But we call it necessary. It's always necessary.
For we starve ourselves
Shrouded in the clouds around our heads.
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Hi. So, nothing I want done is getting done. And... Yeah so erratic updates from here on out on this and on AGJ. Heh, whoops.
Memento Mori by Crywank
Recently got into political punk, love Pat the Bunny (I think they are also a part of Wingnut Dishwashers Union and Ramshackle Glory)
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Fleeting Concepts, Strung Together
RandomAttempting to write every day aside from the school work that is overdue and piling up. If I don't work on my main ideas stuff will be written here, plots, poems, shorts, timelines, or just me babbling. This won't be updated every day, most of it wi...
