

Church FeteIn those horror movies, On the silver screen, You can see the faces of the terrified fixated in one direction.Church Fete
Too afraid to glance backward, Too afraid to see what may become their fate. Too afraid to be seen, perhaps?
If you were face to face with fate, Good or bad, expected or unannounced,
Would you stare it in the face? Or simply pretend that the inevitable did not exist?


Double Glazed WindowsMy mind is addled because of you,Double Glazed Windows
I cannot see.
Blury shapes move about my mind,
Not coming into focus.
I can't read you. Hostility and iron barricades
Hide you from me.
I can't pass. You look me in the eye,
And they flicker,
Marred and mossy,
Panes shattered over time.
Here and there,
I can't get through.


BumpGo go go.Bump
Pushing me over each step.
Bumping down on my heels,
Childlike game? Making me ache?
Simple things, I think. With each jolt of every step
I can feel the knot within my stomach change.
Moving around my body, affecting every part.
But not loosening. Will the steps you can push me down ever finish?
Or will I have to take some action
Making me completely broken,
Severing everything inside of me?
To make you stop.


20-20 Vs. PerspectiveIt helps- it just does.20-20 Vs. Perspective
Never lets you down.
Never surprises you. Predictability.
I'm still undecided
About the benefits, really. They say that there's no excuse.
I think there are excuses.
There are always excuses,
Only familiarity and predictability
Allow you to find them. If I had a photograph, perhaps.
But only then.
I don't trust my mind,
My eyes don't see.
They elaborate.


HeadlightsThe M25 at night.Headlights
In the passenger seat I take off my glasses To see flowing fireflies, And glowing streams.
Circular motion; Blurred headlights; Fuzzy solace.


The two of usHello twin Your face looks just like mine Your hair is dark as night, but your eyes are forming lines You're not looking very pretty In fact, you appear quite old It's unfortunate and a pity That you're so small, so quiet, so coldThe two of us
You are not me dear twin for I could not be so weak I could not be so shy and modest I could not be so meek
Where are all those scars from? They make you seem so aged You live as though you're trapped Who has held you in your cage?
I'm sure this twin could not be mine and yet as I close in
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Devious Comments
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Dusk, is just an illusion, because the sun is either above the horizon or below it. And that means that day and night are linked in a way that few things are; there cannot be one without the other, yet they cannot exist at the same time."
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Byers: You should call upon our services more often.
Langly: We show talent for these G-Man activities.
Mulder: You mean if I want somebody whacked on the knee with a lead pipe?
Frohike: Only if you want the job done right.
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[link] - be a warrior.
I voulez seulement être libre.
I ne se soucient pas ce qu'il faut.
Je n'ai rien et je le sais.
Je ne peux pas être ici quand je break.
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Plans are what you make while living life.
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