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Effigy
My eyes burn, ache, twitch
But the tears on my face feel like heaven
The shackles fall from my wrists
The prison walls bend and twist
Most free that I’ve felt since I was seven
A child in the arms of its mother
I miss sister, I miss brother
Feels so close and so far
Keep the memories in a jar
And pop the top when my thoughts start to smother
Yet the noise is so blissful
I can only make it louder
Till I drown in the gunpowder
Sip the sorrow like water
For every last son and daughter
Who ever felt that their parents’ love was fickle
Made so many mistakes
I guess that’s what growing takes
I’ve done so many things wrong
Drove the wrong way for so long
But I’m back now
Hear them clap now
Feel their hands pat on my back now
Yet a spectre follows me
In every shrub and every tree
Every door that I open
Every song that I show them
Every lie that I’ve spoken
There’s two hearts standing broken
When I peek in the jar
I see sister, I see brother
My lips qui
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Mirror to the Past
I look into the mirror,
and I look into my eyes.
I don't even see my true self,
what i get is a surprise.
This mirror shows reflections,
but reflections from the past.
It all seems so far gone now,
why does nothing ever last?
I look into my face, I see
a smile, I see a charm.
No tears, no scars, no agony,
nothing to cause alarm.
Back then there was no fear or pain,
no doubt or loneliness,
but now I'm lost in all of it,
with nothing but distress.
Try to stay calm and worry less;
at times it even works.
But most days I'm lost in this mess,
living with out a smirk.
And even though I've done so much,
I still feel hopelessness.
I look upon this life so dull
and wish for final rest.
But go on like there's nothing wrong,
Even when it hurts most;
this world's bigger than you or me,
so try not to lose hope.
Someday, someone will come to us
and save us from our pain,
so make the most of what you have;
forget about the rain.
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Walking.
These old shoes have done some walking,
and they show some wear and tear,
but these days it feels like dancing
just knowing that you’re there.


These old shoes have done some walking,
and i know they might seem bare,
but to me they look like dancin' shoes
all because you care.
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Missing You Again
    I'm lonely, and I'm tired. It's only been two days, and I'm missing you again... But that's okay I suppose. Missing is a good thing, right? If I'm still hurting, i still care, and I'm still here, at least.
    Sometimes, what i want more than anything else, is just to trade shoes for a day. I just wanna be able to look inside your head, and see how you really feel. I know you still care. I know you hurt too. I know you don't love me anymore. I know so much. In the end though... it's so little. I know there's so much your beautiful eyes have seen... I know that there's a lot more in your head than i could ever imagine. I just wanna know exactly how you feel. I want to know if you care about me like a person or a friend. I know i get on your nerves a lot. Once you even hinted that you "dislike" me, but i think maybe i was misinterpreting what you meant. You told me that if I... if i chose to end it all, you wouldn't be able to live with yourself
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There's a handful of people that you meet in your time and will never forget. Perhaps more than a handful, but notwithstanding, some people will leave a lasting impression on you in one way or another. From the way a person stands, or speaks, or fixes their hair after a strong breeze rolls across, any small thing about someone can cause you to remember them for the rest of your life.

What's truly amazing, however, is when someone you've never even met accomplishes the same thing. You will know who you are, if any of you ever even read this. I have no idea what most of you look like. The ones I do, all that remains of your visage is a blurred and distant afterimage, an overexposed photograph of a place from long ago. Let it be known, however, that a number of you will have a lasting home in my heart. Many of you helped me through very difficult times. Many of you accepted me when I was a far more confused and ignorant person than today. Many of you gave me someone to call a friend, when I had nonesuch before I found this place. Many of you remembered my birthday. Encouraged my writing. Made videos for me. Invited me into your personal affairs. Ranted about coworkers, significant others, school, family, life. Many of you havent heard from me in 5 years. For many, it's been longer. To anyone who found this, who cared enough to find this old archive of a simpler time, who wanted to take just a single glance back into something you poured your heart into. This is my thanks.
  • Listening to: Rope // rosegold Ft. SiR - Isaiah Rashad
  • Reading: The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson
My eyes burn, ache, twitch
But the tears on my face feel like heaven
The shackles fall from my wrists
The prison walls bend and twist
Most free that I’ve felt since I was seven
A child in the arms of its mother
I miss sister, I miss brother
Feels so close and so far
Keep the memories in a jar
And pop the top when my thoughts start to smother
Yet the noise is so blissful
I can only make it louder
Till I drown in the gunpowder
Sip the sorrow like water
For every last son and daughter
Who ever felt that their parents’ love was fickle
Made so many mistakes
I guess that’s what growing takes
I’ve done so many things wrong
Drove the wrong way for so long
But I’m back now
Hear them clap now
Feel their hands pat on my back now
Yet a spectre follows me
In every shrub and every tree
Every door that I open
Every song that I show them
Every lie that I’ve spoken
There’s two hearts standing broken
When I peek in the jar
I see sister, I see brother
My lips quiver and I mutter
“I see her”
“I see her”
She waves back from afar
She points to spray paint on the wall
Her lips move, but I hear no call
Though I know it’s mine
Eight spray-painted lines
It’s speckled on her face
I took her to that place
And then I left her
So sequestered
She waves again and looks away
Then the ground starts to divide
Her on her side, me on mine
Can hardly say I even tried
I turn around to face another day
I just smile and I start walking
And my mind just keeps on talking
But I’ve learned to live with that
My legs burn, ache, twitch
I still walk
My eyes burn, ache, twitch
I still look
I still breathe, I still stitch
My wounds
As I move
And I watch off across the water
Shadows dancing in the breeze
Mind is racing from the blotter
Heart is empty ‘cause of me
But I still walk
And I still look
And I still talk
And though I’m shook
I still smile
I still sing
Still a child
Still a king
And if life takes all that I have left
And I keep only one last thing
I’ll keep my jar
Effigy
Going to leave this here. Safekeeping. Perhaps an old friend may stumble upon it as well. Who knows?
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There's a handful of people that you meet in your time and will never forget. Perhaps more than a handful, but notwithstanding, some people will leave a lasting impression on you in one way or another. From the way a person stands, or speaks, or fixes their hair after a strong breeze rolls across, any small thing about someone can cause you to remember them for the rest of your life.

What's truly amazing, however, is when someone you've never even met accomplishes the same thing. You will know who you are, if any of you ever even read this. I have no idea what most of you look like. The ones I do, all that remains of your visage is a blurred and distant afterimage, an overexposed photograph of a place from long ago. Let it be known, however, that a number of you will have a lasting home in my heart. Many of you helped me through very difficult times. Many of you accepted me when I was a far more confused and ignorant person than today. Many of you gave me someone to call a friend, when I had nonesuch before I found this place. Many of you remembered my birthday. Encouraged my writing. Made videos for me. Invited me into your personal affairs. Ranted about coworkers, significant others, school, family, life. Many of you havent heard from me in 5 years. For many, it's been longer. To anyone who found this, who cared enough to find this old archive of a simpler time, who wanted to take just a single glance back into something you poured your heart into. This is my thanks.
  • Listening to: Rope // rosegold Ft. SiR - Isaiah Rashad
  • Reading: The Devil in the White City - Erik Larson

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You ain't been here in awhile.
Neither have I.
It hurt to much to go back inside.
Thought we would die.
But I decided maybe I'd give it a try.
Believe it or not, it made me smile.

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Pajunen Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2018
Thank you for the fav!
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RRysonn Featured By Owner Sep 2, 2018  Student Writer
Of course
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ccortxX Featured By Owner Feb 5, 2018  Hobbyist Digital Artist
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RRysonn Featured By Owner Sep 1, 2018  Student Writer
Every year like clockwork. You my friend are truly incredible.
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ccortxX Featured By Owner Feb 6, 2017  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Man, it's that day of the year

Why do I keep doing this tho?
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