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Thrice ~ The Artist in the Ambulance

LATE NIGHT

BRAKES LOCKED

HEAR THE TIRES SQUEAL

RED LIGHT -- CAN'T STOP

SO I SPIN THE WHEEL

My world goes black before I feel an angel lift me up
and I open bloodshot eyes into fluorescent white
they flip the siren, hit the lights, close the doors and I am gone

Now I lay here owing my life to a stranger
and I realize that empty words are not enough
I'm left here with the question of just
what have I to show except the promises I never kept?
I lie here shaking on this bed, under the weight of my regrets

Look around and you'll see that at times it feels like no one really cares
it gets me down but I'm still gonna try to do what's right, I know that there's
a difference between sleight of hand, and giving everything you have
there's a line drawn in the sand, I'm working up the will to cross it and

I hope that I will never let you down
I know that this can be more than just flashing lights and sound

My world goes black before I feel an angel steal me from the
greedy jaws of death and chance, and pull me in with steady hands

They've given me a second chance, the artist in the ambulance
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And you're standing there
Watching the sun go down
I wanna be everywhere
If I'm feeling you around

We just get blended by the light
Looking at each other so blessed
Loving and holding  the one beside
Messing with our hair poorly-dressed

My heart  beats as loud as a thunder
And I'm hoping you can't hear it
Suns last ray's rising and going under
Your holding my hand in the heat

To keep this moment in my heart
I do everything for additional time
But don't force me to go back and restart
Can't stand to see you're not mine

Love's no logical thing my dear
And every beat of our hearts confirm
That hurt is made of a soul's tear
But it also shows the way to return

Is this lonely way a real life vision
When you just mean so much
To me and my way and every decision
Awaiting your smile, awaiting your touch

Imagine a world without you
Would mean imagine no sun
If so there is no life for me too
I would rather be shooted by a gun

So lets hold hands and stand still
To let this glimpse of an eye stay
If you ask me for forever, I will
Because I know, you'll make it all okay.
just thoughts written down today. thoughts which value love has for me :)





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incredible photo by
:iconthemysteryunfolds: called Passion (fits so well :heart:)
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We are slaves...

We have been since the begining of time.
There's no hope...
There's no savior
We only have to rely on ourselves.
I feel Lost...that I didn't see this before.
The Vampires, promised us freedom one day
So we wait...
...And we wait.
Nothing will happen if we keep this up
Can't get anywhere if we don't go anywhere...
So that is why I have decided...to get out.
Just because I needed something to do. This is suppose to be the train of thought that leads the Lycans to the rebellion. Why are they waiting? Can't they free themselves on their own.

Picture is suppose to be Rieley.

Not so long or good I know.

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DON"T JUDGE ME!!! DX
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Most Romantic Poem Ever

You can think about anybody you want, so this is the greatest compliment you can give. What? Why are you looking at me like that?
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I am the poet, I am the thief
I am awake in my sleep
I hardly know it when I weep
I am the liar who sings happily
I am the dead man

Lithium is my favorite metal
Coffee is like my alcohol

I am here, I feel fear
I am aware of what's near
I have nowhere to call my own
I see stairs in the air and lose the ghost
I am the dead man

With you, I am nothing much
Without you, I am worse

Everyone should be happy
Not me, I am a dead man
Everyone should feel content
Not me, I am the dead man
The meek shall inherit the Earth
Not me, I have no worth

I am the walrus, I am the carpenter
I am the nihilist, I am the painter
Most of all, I am the oyster shell
Left empty by the waterside
I am the dead man

Heir to the nothing
On my broken angel wings
I fly, fall, get put against the wall
I am the dead man
I really like using the [sub] tag now... :lmao:

This is the original version of I Am the Dead Man, as you can clearly see it is very different from the one I submitted before, which can be seen here: [link]

I hope you guys like this one, too! :D

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no matter where we went.

we

were

like a far away explosion,

like a rocket,

like

a slow-motion picture.

unbelievable

we could

come hurtling down

in the late afternoon sunlight

serene and cool


Favorite blackout poem I've done so far. No lie. I don\'t really post my blackout poetry on here. I've only posted one or two. Maybe I'll start posting more.
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That’s what he had said, that’s what Skits had said “Spearmints!” he repeated simply and then made for some sugar packets before laughing hysterically like a lunatic.
“What are you on about?” I had asked utterly confused, but then again, I always was when it came to Skits. We called him that because he was obviously schizophrenic. We were in London, it was 1984, or at least it was presently. The year was like the weather it constantly shifted and changed. We couldn’t tell because there was seemingly no difference at all in our environment. My wife and I, Ray, at least that’s what I supposed her to be, were sitting with Skits that twi-night along with our friend Gulf as in the Persian. He was a prince from somewhere or so he claimed to be-I couldn’t remember where. Uncertainty was common in an uncommon place such as we were presently but obviously we were not in the present.
“Dear, would you please get control of your wonderings,” Ray rubbed her head
“Oh, dear, I’m hurting your ain’t I…” I looked frightfully at the gelatin wiggling in its bowl “Ever since we entered this place it seems it has a strong hold on me, I am projecting my voice some how…and all of you can hear…” I stammered, as even I struggled to compute what was happening “-I did it again!”
“You’re so god awfully confusing!” she flushed, her cheeks red with frustration.
“I’m sorry darling, I am trying so hard to explain.” And then I stopped to think “Explain? Why am I explaining? It seems to be the right thing to do….” I turned to the group “Try to keep up dear, swig the brandy it will help.” I directed her to a remote place on the table and suddenly a glass appeared, much to her amazement. Now, where was I? Oh yes, my Darling and I were at the MIDNIGHT CAFE, a very groovy place, with our adopted son Skits. Suddenly the décor went from space age lighting and plastic tables to tye-dye curtains and large psychedelic throw rugs hanging from the rafters. As if the year had shifted from 84 to 64 “Could we please focus on how we got here exactly,” Ray inquired, adjusting the feather on her purple hat.
“Righto!” Gulf raised a finger “I believe we were in the living room, popping acid.”      
“Nah, that would be too simple,” I rejected “I’m pretty sure we’re dead and this is all heaven.” I rose my glass smiling and took a sip. Ray slapped my lap with her purse of dragon skin.
“Don’t be stupide dear,” she said flustered “Gulf, that is a perfect explanation for everything…” she looked to him and I caught a glimpse of endearment. It made me a bit jealous and I finished off my brandy, spilling some on my tan trench coat I was apparently wearing. We’re wearing very different clothes. I the attire of a clichéd pulp comic detective, my wife a purple dress of 1940’s style, with long sleeves and black high heels. Gulf was wearing a sort of Napoleonic uniform, blue and missing one of its gold buttons on its right side. A sword with a golden hilt was found sheathed at his belt. He appeared to have been gripping it white knuckled the whole time we had been dining, staring at me as though he wanted to drive it in my heart. Skits, a screaming white haired lunatic was wearing a straight jacket. Here we all where without recollection of why “I think I do remember us dropping acid.” Ray said looking around “It would seem to make sense.”  I cocked an eyebrow and gave attention to what was around me “So all this…?” and they all turned towards the dancing people at the disco “Is a dream?”
“All reality is or seems is nothing but a dream within a dream,” Skits spoke suddenly and then let out a fit of laughter. I brought up a finger and shook it orderly, scowling “Don’t quote Poe in front of me boy, or I’ll disown you!” I had become quite strict upon hearing that. Ray laughed, “Don’t be so ridiculous, he’s only forty seven…” My gazed focused on his face, he was white like an albino as he always was. But she was right; he had aged considerably “I don’t like this at all!” I said scared “Skits is aging and I don’t know where the hell I am!” Ray soothed me and placed a manicured hand on my shoulder “Don’t worry, it’s only a dream…”
“Dropping acid-HA!” I spat full heartily, sipping the brandy that had made its way to my hand “What sort of idea of a good time is that!” I gritted my teeth, the alcohol stinging my mouth “An idea of Gulf’s no doubt…” The bastard picked up the kettle in front of him and poured some tea into a cup
“I believe it was your idea.” He said calmly and collectively, a leopard about to pounce.
“Oh stop it you’re not helping!” I snapped, letting my jealously get the better of me “Trying to make me look like a fool I see, just so you can get Ray!” I was really losing it “Well you can have her! I don’t even know if she’s my wife or not!” Ray took the white cloth and dried my tears “No, Regis,” she spoke to me, her face shocked once remembering “I believe it was your idea…” I stopped crying and looked at my reflection “Your right,” an image of all of us sitting down in our living room, back at reality, appeared in my mind’s eye “I brought us to this!” I looked up at everyone “I’m sorry guys, I didn’t mean for all the confusion.” Everything all around us became black, except our table by the window. I had just realized that we were sitting there; I analyzed the raindrops slowly trickling down “I remember this too, yes…” Recollection struck me like a hammer “Yes-I remember that it was raining…”
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We woke, as I had foreseen, in the living room, it was 1964.
This was something i wrote a while ago, it was an experiment for a series of short stories i'm putting together called The Devil's Garage.

Next: The Dream 
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I'd be pretty if I'd just smile
If I'd cut my hair a certain way
And cover myself up in that chemical crap you call make-up
But did you ever think that just maybe...
I don't wanna be pretty
That I just wanna be me
Who cares if no one ever calls me beautiful
Who cares if I'm never asked to dance
Hell I don't even know how to dance anyway
I don't care how the world sees me
I only care how I see me
And I think there's nothing wrong with the girl in the mirror
Sure she doesn't smile much but that's cause she's going through hell
Her face may look plain without any make-up
But that's just the way I like it
An old pair of jeans
The first t-shirt could find
My hair in a braid
I'm ready to go
To where no one cares just what I look like
Least of all me
It's a barn full of horses
That's where I choose to spend my days
Where no one cares about what I wear
Where I never have to hear "I'd be pretty if I'd just..."
Bella Larson
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Society is ugly.
Not you.

Beauty is defined by
How you act.
Not by the number on the
Scale.

Starving doesn't work.
Purging doesn't work.
Pills don't work.

The girl you see
In the mirror is
Perfect
Just the way she is
Now.

Don't get upset because
You don't match up
To the media's
Expectations.

Cutting won't work.
Crying won't work.
Dying won't work.

Remember this:
Society is ugly.
Not you.
c:

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HOLY MOLEY!
I made the popular page! (7-26-12)

Thankyew to everyone for the great comments! <3

Stay Beautiful <3
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