

RemedyRemedy By Phil LawsonRemedy
Remedy this pen I hold flowing On these sheets It's my shrink the way I like to think Thoughts of giving up Life not worth putting up Dusting off these quitting
Thoughts each time my pen Moves untying my depressive thoughts From my cold dead hands This cure they can pry Or at least until all the World's ink wells run dry


The Flat Land - Parts III + IV IIIThe Flat Land - Parts III + IV
We are the wise men We are the mute men Here we drown In deep waters, here our thoughts Float noiselessly from our lips and then Ascend to heaven on effervescent wings.
It is like this In this quiet kingdom Alone in the crowd As suspense and tension bind us Waiting to hear one-another
And breaths that would collaborate Grow stale, and fail on rusty tongues.
IV
The eyes are always there Always the eyes are there In this withered wasteland In this broken dre


The Flat LandBy Zak WhittingtonThe Flat Land
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This is the flat land This is the gray land, Silent and lackluster, A kaleidoscope of grays. Alas The honeyed voice of apathy, when It spins its sweet spell Is familiar and enticing As the roar of a fire Or the banal beat of a heart In this mad wasteland
Uniform indifference, shallow realization Grotesque tranquility, indistinct coloration
Long have I wandered With worn shoes, through love and insanity Through unending emptiness, with no hope &nbs


Into the DarknessBy Zak WhittingtonInto the Darkness
Spiraling, spiraling, expiring, blind. Light lost, forgotten; I'm losing my mind Insanity's choking, I hold back the scream Sluggishly falling, it's all a bad dream Rickety logic, this trip is a fake.
I'm really asleep and soon will awake! But the nightmares claim me, and feast on my fears Faith falters and falls, caught in my tears Madness descends, my life goes dark I smothered the hope, extinguished the spark Hollow laughter bubbling, nothing left to cry So I sit here cold and empty, waiting till I die


Fields of Edenlook at me. i want you to see me. look, goddamnit. look. please, look. this thing, all these things the honeyed swirls of hair which I spent hours agonizing over the smoke in my eyes the gentle squint that says "I need you" that I practiced in a mirror for weeks the slightness of my hopeful hourglass (hundreds of sit-ups) (hundreds of push-ups for these Michelle Obama arms) the casual laugh as I glance at you again throwing my face back, shaking my head hoping you'll catch the movement out of the corner of your perfect green eyes.  Fields of Eden
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~tool-band
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I dance out my own beat, but you're invited!
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"But I, I who have seen the universe,
Dream only of your eyes"-
Excerpt from "Dreams" by Zak Whittington
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I dance out my own beat, but you're invited!
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
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Screw vampires and werewolves,
I'm a Narnian.
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*The-Literati
BWA!
Go check 'em out!
and cool comment signature thing. hahaha
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"But I, I who have seen the universe,
Dream only of your eyes"-
Excerpt from "Dreams" by Zak Whittington
Summer camp's cool though.
It's all summer like.
Your gallery's pretty impressive though,
You shouldn't bring yourself down to my level.
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Screw vampires and werewolves,
I'm a Narnian.
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*The-Literati
BWA!
Go check 'em out!
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