it's so nicep.s. i tried to submit a weird little poem and either my computer messed up or deviantart ate it.
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being wildafter all we got our thrillbeing wild
and all that was behind it somewhere reamains still and if i were to travel but never really leave well i would have six dollars and a hot static heartbeat
i would like to tell you while i'm alive and awake that being wild every once in a while is far from a mistake
what's the polite way of saying "i'm leaving home" when every minute i'm growing more restless in my bones i should take me a deep breath to last me weeks i'm sure i'll need it roaming these cold midnight streets
i would like to tell you
by ~rileybarnes
a little tune for youi'd like to smile about it i'd like toa little tune for you
i'd like to look you in the eye about it look right at you
it's just me and the rain and a violin you can come to the cave that i'm hiding in if you'd like to
i'd like to make you mine about it i'd like to
but i like to take my time about it cause that's what i do
it's just me and the sun and a twelve bar blues i could stay a little longer if you'd like me to and i'd like to
i'd like to write a song about it i'd like to
and when i d
by ~rileybarnes
I Got This LiftI was just sixteen and the water hid us well Favorite color was green and not a story to tell With a full heart on my sleeve and grass stains on my thighs An empty pocket in my jeans, but what was there to buy?I Got This Lift
Cause I got this lift When I got low Everybody sees but noone knows I got this lift When I got high Everybody sees but noone asks why
I was seventeen and that bridge was paved with ice Favorite song was a minute long, so I'd listen to it twice With an arm on my arm and a skip to my step We're sneaking in at four a.m. and how quietly we crept &nb
by ~rileybarnes
like a sunken shipyou woke up feeling like a sunken ship defeated, and repeatedly repeated as a robotic bee in a robotic hive who's the queen you're serving from nine to five she's royally thieving your heart among many she's wasting your love because she has plentylike a sunken ship
there, there i swear you are wanted somewhere there, there i swear you are wanted somewhere
you went out feeling like a derailed train perplexed and, you did your best to look your best and she looks at the floor with your hands on her knees you ask her to stay but she tells you to leave yo
by ~rileybarnes
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Cold Air and Harsh Words pt.2Lets act like this never happened. Lets take back those words, let me throw away that napkin. I guess words mean nothing, lies are too frequent. Was it so hard to be loving? to be decent? Every word spoken, on your mind and behalf. Was colder than the air at the time that we sat. The Cold air and harsh words in accordance. I guess what i had to say wasn't really that important. Slow conversation and racing thought process. With no intentions of advocating such progress. It never seemed relevant to speak my heart. So i didn't, and in turned we're falling apart. And if youCold Air and Harsh Words pt.2
by ~RichofChaos
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that's so crazy! she was my roommate at Emerson.
awww
crazy.
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miss you baby cakes.
im in palm beach shores.
its real nice.
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