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Blue jaysEvery morning i wake up,
and want to run to my window to see the tree
just outside, with tiny singing blue jays,
resting on it's branches.
I want to throw open the glass and
for one short moment,
admire the blue and the gray and the black
before i shoot them with my missile launcher
and go back to sleep.
loveI am in love.
with her soft lips,
his smooth hands
the flutter of a strangers eyelashes,
and sweet words.
There is no one person who captures my attention
more then him,
or that man i see standing on the sidewalk,
or the woman behind the counter.
and for a long moment, i am silent.
then i am silent no more.
There, thereThere is no beat
No S o u n d
A barely there rhythm
of cold keys
pencil abandoned for glowing screens,
and pretty fonts
it's better then your hand writing anyway
And here's the ShOcKiNg StAtmEnT
no one wants to hear
But at the same time
they 'Applaud you for facing the harsh truth'
then they ignore it, and pretend they never read a thing
But This truth has n o t h i n g Harsh about it.
And these little drums thumping in my head
tell me what to write
And i obey, my little i n v i s i b l e dictators
with a giddy smile,
and cup of tea,
of cold keys and pretty fonts.
get it in the open
for other vultures to pick apart
with their beaks
'what is this?'
you whisper as your heart
bursts and breaks
and others laugh and point.
Just saying helloPLEASE READ DESCRIPTION THANKS
Rose sighed, swirling a cup of coffee on the table in front of here. Thing have been slow at her work, and she was extremely bored. She took a sip of her drink and looked around, waiting for the doctor to come pick her up. She had been in an accident that, while not her fault, totaled her car, and now relied on her flat mate to drive her to and from places. Thankfully, he didn't mind.
Her flat mate was a man who called himself 'The Doctor' and nothing else. Before she had advertised for a spare room, he had been a drifter, just wandering around England, not really staying for too long in any one place. But he seemed to know people where ever he went, so he never had slept on the streets. He wouldn't have to, anyway, since he seemed to pull money out of thin air, and acted like it too.
He was a very unusual man, but that didn't really bother Rose. She had been around odder. Or so she said, when really, she had never seen a man like him. She rested her elbo
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