Sweaty Teenage Skin Sweaty Teenage SkinSweaty Teenage Skin
Her eyes were serious, trying to hold back a polite dominance. They looked at me with question, I felt intimidated, for I saw my own look somewhere in her eyes. Or maybe it was in her lips, how they quietly quivered. She bit her bottom lip as if to hold it steady and hiding her childish smile, it showed all of her h
Lullabies of ComfortabilityLullabies of Comfortability.Lullabies of Comfortability
You lied in bed with your own eyes feeling as if they were floating away like the rising running smoke clouds. The relaxation that comes with the closed eye listening of music, digging and pulling at the notes and levels of endless tracks takes over with no ones eyes prodding upon the happily lost look that is fixed upon your face. The colors dulled down when you turned down the volume that once surrounded you, but nothing has lost its beauty, the simple beauty that everyone lost or maybe forgot will always hold a place, that one might call home, in your soul, forever changing your perspective on the
A Damned Sky in a Damned TownA Damned Sky in a Damned TownA Damned Sky in a Damned Town
The sky was tangled and gray, it was all fucked up within its self, the only kind of atmosphere you can find in these old golden ghost town wrecks. Unfortunately people reside here, in this ghost town, where it feels that even the air has abandoned the once lively spit dirt roads. The wind never stays here but is always coming through like the rapeish trucks with their unhappy drivers who never have the time for a break and families unsettled in their four person cars all cramped with frustration just as they are with their luggage, knowing that they should have flown but now that's just
Panhandle BoysAn empty dead sky torn in many halves by a raping wind Colorless clouds in an endless abyss of rotten blue leaving us Nebraska kids feelingPanhandle Boys
sick, lazy, and bored to death but unready to die empty roads with never ending
street lights never could lead the way September ended early the leaves never fell And winter never came keeping us in the middle of our Dry eyed rainy land the first bowl lead us to River Road but it was a dead end When the dieing skies last ember fell we drove away
And waited for tomorrows gloomy sun accompanied by the nights d
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If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man,
I'd talk to you more often than I do
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The truth may be out there, but the lies are inside your head.
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