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It's Only Fake if You Don't BelieveThe night air creeps up my spine
With stone in hand, I aim towards the purple sky
Releasing, the glass moon shatters
Blanketing the earth like winter nights
The echoing whispers haunt my mind
I stare into your transparent eyes
Dreams turn to nightmares, and truth to lies
I have yet to wake from this long-existed night
Concrete flowers are growing like weeds
Through the cracks in the exposed brick walls
I rub my eyes to signal reality, but what is real anymore?
The closest thing to what you really are, is your shadow on the sidewalk
BonesI built up these walls so tall
To protect us from it all
Constructed this house of bones
To give my bleeding heart a home
Though illegible, I gave my word
It's time you know that truth may hurt
Like broken bones, the truth may hurt
I'd give you my heart to keep
Lungs filled with mud, I can't breath
My brain's smeared on the wall
As an art piece to decorate the hall
A cage of ribs next to the phone
It'll be there when I call home
And on these dirt roads, I'll find my way back home
Fear in Some WayThese noises of empty space crowd my mind
As the light bulb dims when I reach my prime
My reflection tells this horror story
Of becoming old and growing boring
Sanity is only a small intermission
A distraction for this psycho-collision
The exit sign glows in the shadows of my soul
While a string of hope lingers, leading to the blackest hole
And the ballerinas dance on a stage made of wolves
While razor blades pirouette so careful in the cold
I wear this constant mask of hatred
Cause true happiness is over-rated
The clock never seems to tell me the time
The eyes in the mirror have lost their shine
These calloused fingers have fo
Those Were the DaysVera’s car was there, no others, and Bert gave thanks for that. He saw her pressed against the driver’s seat of her minivan, the one they used to share, and remembered the day at the dealership fondly. She was pregnant with their first child and the dealer had rambled about the safety of the babe, as if they didn’t already know this. Bert shook his head and stumbled towards the vehicle, immediately regretting dragging her from bed this late.
When he slid inside the red van, Vera said nothing. They sat there in the deserted parking lot and listened to the humming of the motor. Finally, she glanced at him sideways, frustratio
Google's PrayerOur Google, which art in Wi-fi
Quick be thy search.
Thy results come, thy buffer be done,
On Bing as it is in Chrome.
Give us this day our daily updates
And forgive us our spelling
As we forgive those who butcher English grammar.
And lead us not into Apple,
But deliver us from Siri.
For thine is the Wi-fi, the processor, and the Android forever.
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More