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Ketones
Bring news to me little nightingale So long have I hid myself away Bring news to me of the outside world My greatest fear - share my father's fate I'm passing on So sweeter Acidic blood burns away my eyes Dying breath a floral scent So long have I shed water weight Bring news to me what time I've left I'm passing on So sweeter
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Sinner
sleepless and burning the three grams waiting for the verdict and farewell to friends humming softly, being killed by the words getting lost on the way home sliding in the dream and off the road I'm not good for much, but at least for better I drive on in spite of your weather draining the last draught of elixir black as the stains on my lungs are singing the songs I wish I owned getting lost on the way home startled from the dream and on my own I'm not good for much, but at least for the better I'm still in the right by the sinners
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Lethe
I’m going to the river to see my father I’m going to the river Now when’s he gonna bury me? Lethe, make me forget thee Your memory Rest my eyes in softer sand To see my father again Rest my eyes in softer sand Now when’s he gonna bury me?
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August
I'm poor, but I'm not a beggar I'm alone, but I'm not a loner I've fallen, but I'm not the devil yet I sing with the trees that heard me I bleed on the fields that birthed me I walk with the pilgrims I led on So many sins that take us where we call home So what if you're a martyr if we don't learn? I serve when I'm free to wander I cope when I still have comfort I shiver when I know I can be warmed I write, but I do not say much I love, but I do not like much I'm here when I'm sure I don't belong A promise I don't make it's privilege to be one Helpless against the tide glad to ride along Wonder if August will ever find its end (Will any
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Doubt
Does it pay to be a thief? Is it a crime to seek relief? Am I home, if I’m alone? If you see, will you believe I’m true? I’m true Give some of your doubt to me Want a word, I’ll give you a poem A public letter from my secret soul And if they ring less than clear I promise that there’s still one word That’s true That’s true Give some of your doubt to me I never say what bothers me Until I lie and give you these When I’m done denying I love How can I see when I believe I’m true? I’m true Give some of your doubt to me
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Old Souls
She caught me in the autumn, She caught me when I was born I stood there, I said nothing as I do I swear we were like the winter like the fog from our breath I stood there, I did nothing I wish I did Why don't the nightingale sing? Why don't the bluebird fly? Because I clipped his wings; because I let him die. Old souls and older shoes, I still walk to nowhere to hear those songs; my life in others' words when I won't permit my own voice the time.
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Sleep (I Know)
And I know when I say your name I'm safe when I close my eyes today I'll see you again tomorrow And I know that my fears are all that's left that keep me from your arms that keep me from you and seeing you again tomorrow And I smoke to burn away my tongue so that I won't lie again and yet here I stand wishing that I could speak wishing that I could say I love you What truth is there what I believe what truth is there in honesty? Well the truth is there if I believe the truth is in my honesty To hell with Hell And I want the sun to have your eyes and looking over me until mine are open So I'm dying on my journey to be born
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St. John the Heretic
I've got no justice now No reason to abide these laws The same ones that tear us into pieces to appease those gods Oh yes, I swear I will Oh yes, I swear I will cut the ropes holding their heavens over hell I've got no health now No pills to swallow, no water, oh well I wait for the ravens who come to eat away my sickness And if I swear I will And if I swear I will cut the ropes holding your heaven over hell will you stop holding your hell over me? I return only to let you know I will never be coming home I return only to tell you I will never be coming back to you I've got no life now no reason to linger at all Yet s
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Ketones
Bring news to me little nightingale So long have I hid myself away Bring news to me of the outside world My greatest fear - share my father's fate I'm passing on So sweeter Acidic blood burns away my eyes Dying breath a floral scent So long have I shed water weight Bring news to me what time I've left I'm passing on So sweeter
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Sinner
sleepless and burning the three grams waiting for the verdict and farewell to friends humming softly, being killed by the words getting lost on the way home sliding in the dream and off the road I'm not good for much, but at least for better I drive on in spite of your weather draining the last draught of elixir black as the stains on my lungs are singing the songs I wish I owned getting lost on the way home startled from the dream and on my own I'm not good for much, but at least for the better I'm still in the right by the sinners
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Lethe
I’m going to the river to see my father I’m going to the river Now when’s he gonna bury me? Lethe, make me forget thee Your memory Rest my eyes in softer sand To see my father again Rest my eyes in softer sand Now when’s he gonna bury me?
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August
I'm poor, but I'm not a beggar I'm alone, but I'm not a loner I've fallen, but I'm not the devil yet I sing with the trees that heard me I bleed on the fields that birthed me I walk with the pilgrims I led on So many sins that take us where we call home So what if you're a martyr if we don't learn? I serve when I'm free to wander I cope when I still have comfort I shiver when I know I can be warmed I write, but I do not say much I love, but I do not like much I'm here when I'm sure I don't belong A promise I don't make it's privilege to be one Helpless against the tide glad to ride along Wonder if August will ever find its end (Will any
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Doubt
Does it pay to be a thief? Is it a crime to seek relief? Am I home, if I’m alone? If you see, will you believe I’m true? I’m true Give some of your doubt to me Want a word, I’ll give you a poem A public letter from my secret soul And if they ring less than clear I promise that there’s still one word That’s true That’s true Give some of your doubt to me I never say what bothers me Until I lie and give you these When I’m done denying I love How can I see when I believe I’m true? I’m true Give some of your doubt to me
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Old Souls
She caught me in the autumn, She caught me when I was born I stood there, I said nothing as I do I swear we were like the winter like the fog from our breath I stood there, I did nothing I wish I did Why don't the nightingale sing? Why don't the bluebird fly? Because I clipped his wings; because I let him die. Old souls and older shoes, I still walk to nowhere to hear those songs; my life in others' words when I won't permit my own voice the time.
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St. John the Heretic
I've got no justice now No reason to abide these laws The same ones that tear us into pieces to appease those gods Oh yes, I swear I will Oh yes, I swear I will cut the ropes holding their heavens over hell I've got no health now No pills to swallow, no water, oh well I wait for the ravens who come to eat away my sickness And if I swear I will And if I swear I will cut the ropes holding your heaven over hell will you stop holding your hell over me? I return only to let you know I will never be coming home I return only to tell you I will never be coming back to you I've got no life now no reason to linger at all Yet s
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Sweet Apostasy
You taught me I should love everyone You taught me I should even love my enemies Then why don't you love everyone? Then why don't you love your enemies? And I won't run away anymore And I won't run away anymore From hatred, bigotry, and the Lord And I won't be afraid anymore I have a friend who likes another friend even though he looks a lot like him and they won't let my friend like his friend even though he thinks a lot of him And I won't run away anymore And I won't run away anymore From hatred, bigotry, and the Lord And I won't be afraid anymore I just try to love everyone I just try to love my enemies I don't need you

We Are Devious 1

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Rage
Rage is a short term tool; anger held longer than necessary will burn the insides of your stomach, leaving charred shadows of hate. Determination, truth and justice will warm the body and energize the soul.
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In my head
Braid me into the diamond dust sand forever lost in bladed dusk The island of iridescent, I am descending d o wn, do wn, d own Wavering, caught in oceans fading into my own consciousness.
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Distraction, Projection
Fusion my thoughts; together via chaotic confusion quite literally feeling your intent stomach butterflies and denial lonely pulmonary beneath skin, every breath, every utterance eyes glass, sadness
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Free
I am surviving you. Skin snowflakes from my face, tight muscle threads. Pure fatigue of body. The truth is your world is changing and you didn't want this. Lights shifting, everything not so much in its right place. You cannot contort, whirl nor spin anything between your large grubby fingers anymore. My world is no longer yours.
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Tails and Fairies
I realize that I am speaking through childish eyes; the dusky winds riding on these dragon wings, my spine sliding out to become a tail to wrap around you and it is not a joke anymore. I know I should come back to reality. I simply need to choke you with my tail.
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Lagging
Iridescent spasms; my stomach has spread wings,   blinded by longing    and misinformation   Who knows    the words you whisper?     The walls you have      need cracking        need breaking                Your bones, aching      and the light you have        inside of you           I KNOW you hide    &
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resurfaced (sapphire suns)
the thing is, if it had been different, through cigarette-thin lips would've come my name, wrapped in the scent of amber gin. on wooden floors we'd be lined in light again, laying so close. not touching. if it was a cry for help, nobody was really listening, were they, not even your father, and so you left, left in more ways than one, and i only heard you when it didn't matter anymore. the thing is, you've been gone from my mind and heart for years now, i've lost count. days have been more fleeting than my own inhales, my own exhales, or at least it would seem. the thing is, z, time passes and changes. my stars were your
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Power
Immersed by your power; e m o t i o n I am shaken on the inside by the glory . If I stare back, I will be captured and if I am, how can I control what will leak out of my eyes, my pores and in turn perhaps frighten the very chances that I may have again? damn it all
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Even though it needs to be said
Fractured inside. I am so afraid that you will read this and know that I love you. Fuck.

We Are Devious 2

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i hate my life and i want to die
i like to dream of falling, because it explains why i spend 23 hours of the day on my feet, and i know you're sick of me complaining about the pain in my knees, my ankles, my feet, my back, but when the things that hold you up are letting you down, what's left to lean on? - once i had a dream i was a pilot, with hundreds of people's lives in my incapable hands, i'm weak in head and heart, selfish more than i used to be, since i could drive i've been having car crash dreams, so why should flying be any different? - last week i spent a day pretending to be a rock, allowing my skin to be covered in the soft cool
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giving up, tossing and turning
i've given up on words i think three, maybe four times, i gave up on putting my hands to anything and choking the poetic value out of it, i dragged glass out of the sand and pulled myself up off the floor, i gave up on what kept me together at one, two, three points of my life, and every time i've given up i've grown, because when i'm not writing is when i feel it, when i feel words churning within me, begging to be strung loosely together in a way that barely makes sense, but looks nice when it's written out, but i digress, i grabbed life by the throat just to see if i was strong enough, i tore the jawbones f
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extract
one by one i am pulling out my teeth, i'll string them up and send them your way, my words sound so much nicer from your mouth anyway.
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fiction.
i am work of fiction in and of myself. - i fall in love with every fictional character that has ever left me breathless, and i fall even more in love with anyone who surpasses them, namely the faces they are given. - i fall in love with your words, past tense, fell, i'm still falling though, i'm not sure i'll ever stop. - i am composed of every word i've ever read, ever heard, every stitch of body language that binds the senses together, they keep my head on my shoulders, i can read you like i can read me, skim through me and realize that i may not be a pretty cover, but i'm halfway decent when you get fifty
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self-destructive, mentally-deficient, elusive.
whisper, slower, i'm teaching myself to keep up with your demands, but when you whisper, softer, my ears fall behind, still hearing the things you said yesterday, put your razor teeth to my paper skin and dig in deeper, i'm waiting, i'm still waiting. i can feel you can you feel me too, i'm shrinking behind every wall i ever built, not wide enough to close me in, not tall enough to keep me down, still. keep me still. dig your razor teeth into my paper skin, deeper, deeper, until my plastic bones crack, i'm waiting, i'm still waiting. crumble and crater me, i'll be the moon, i'll follow you if you'll add to t
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searching for the stars on your ceiling
i can't see the stars from here, and every night is getting colder and colder but it's still warm enough where the rivers and lakes haven't frozen yet, and you know if you give me enough time i can do anything, so i'll build you a boat and call it the s.s. takemehome, and i'll write you name over and over on the anchor, because you keep my feet firmly planted on the midwestern soil i've taught myself to love, and though the ground is cold, if you look deep enough into me, because i know you can see right through me, you'd see a core warm enough to keep you so much closer. closer is never close enough. i'll paint a pictur
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chasing something you can't find
we won't find god here, so put your clothes back on and close the door, please, it's too quiet and it's hurting me i spent last week as a cynic, i'll spend the next a stoic and hopefully the one after that i'll spend asleep it's cold and you say you miss the way you felt when it rained, the miniscule waves breaking and crashing against your window as you drove your mother's car far far far away from here you're looking in all the wrong places, you will not find god there
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the great state of chicago
i want to cover every inch of you as if i was your favorite sweater, and you could wear me every day, wrap yourself up in me, don't worry, i'll keep you warm. i want to hide in someone's luggage, so i could fly to you and not have anyway home, because i'd be home home is that moment when your eyes flicker after someone turns off the lights, the moment of screeching laughter that i've become accustomed to falling asleep to, the moment when my eyes open in the morning, and i wish i hadn't slept because it was time with you that i didn't get to enjoy, then i remember that you're right next to me and all is well. but
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light
turn on the lights on my life i need you to see this i'm exposing every one and every thing turn on the lights so i don't feel as lost here despite spending my whole life here
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being alive and active.
i'm going to douse my self in gasoline and then acquire lung cancer

We Are Devious 3

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Red Wine
Rich like red wine you slide down my throat but leave a bitter aftertaste on my tongue. You intrigue me but leave me dissatisfied every time we part.
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Sometimes
Sometimes I have the most insatiable need to drive anywhere and everywhere to a place where no one knows my name or the things I've done; to a place where my mistakes are buried underneath my silence, where I can smile without it feeling fake or guilty. I weave dreams together with hopeful lips my eyes set on places that make my heart yearn for white jasmine blossoms tangled in my hair and a crystal clear blue ocean surrounding me. I make promises to myself I secretly know I could never keep but they make my waking moments in this dead end town bearable so I gladly accept the denial. I tell everyone that I was never
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Black Lipstick and Hair Dye
I know nothing is permanent, and all promises are meant to be broken. But can you at least try tell me you'll never leave? That you'll always try? Do this for me, and I'll never leave you. Not even for a microsecond. I simply don't have the nerves. I can't tell you everything that's on my mind. I can barely speak to you, sweetheart. Why? Well I can't fathom that myself... But just know, one of these days you're going to know everything. I just hope you still love me after it all. Because I'll always love you, my teddy bear. I day dream without you yet with you, there's no need for dreams. You're everything I always w

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About iconic-johnny

October 3, 1993
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Whale Songs of the Damned
My god, it's been some time since I've updated anything on this website. I still lurk and occasionally check out others' pieces, but the long hours of browsing and communicating with other artists on this site are many years behind me. Perhaps it's because I've had the mother of all writer's blocks for the last few years. I'm lucky if I can scrape together enough inspiration to finish a single new song per year. But I persist in some form or another. My soundcloud is more or less full of increasingly decent forays into musical expression. As always, I'm still quite a ways from where I want to be, but even if I don't release an actual album un
Here's to You
Because I prefer to have SOMETHING up for a new journal every 7 months or so:
Got a new jam buddy
My roommate and I are thinking of trying to record an EP's worth of material or more by the end of this month. And so, our journey began, with the first step being this: https://soundcloud.com/voluntary-trashcan-kids/bar-band-blues If you guys have a moment I'd appreciate you checking this out. :D I'm pretty excited.

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hey, thank you :) 
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No prob! :) Was good to see your work in my inbox again!
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Thank you for all the faves, dear :kiss:
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You're welcome! :aww:
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Hey! Just thought I'd stop by and say hello! :33
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