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choking smokers and choir boys by ~the-chemical-factory:iconthe-chemical-factory:



i.

cold fingers ran down his spine
and he knew what was coming.

now all he can do is scream.

the choking smokers and choir
boys don’t stop to stare there
anymore. they’ve learned to ignore
the signs.

ii.

he’s a polaroid picture that’s
been preserved, sometimes
he smiles but sometimes he
cries.

we can see right through him.

iii.

he once told me that he wished
he was a bird so that when things
got too hard for him to handle he
could fly away.

i just told him that running
away wouldn’t fix anything.

(he didn’t reply.)

iv.

he use to be the boy with the
sun in his eyes,

but now he’s just lost.
:iconthe-chemical-factory:

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:iconkallia-goldenwings:
this happens to often in this world in this day and age. Hardly any only has the courage to face the pain. To face their problems all they want to do is run what society has taught them to do which is just plain out right sad in the end.

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Just so you know I am :silentkitty:. I like to :glomp:. That means I like to randomly look at names I like and :glomp: and take a look at their work they have posted on there page. It how I find most of my friends here.
:icongoldfishes101:
iii and iv = :heart:

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"Where the spirit does not work with the hand there is no art." - Leonardo DaVinci
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
thanks (:

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
i know :C

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
:icontyc113:
I love this, especially stanza ii & iii.

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Blackbird singing in the dead of night.

My youtube [link]
:icontwilightpoetess:
Nicely done. The ending tied this together so wonderfully, like ribbons meant to hold someone up...to keep the pieces from falling, though you realize the edges will fray and fall regardless. Shatter. Excellent work.

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I've always known that I'd be trapped;
the world outside no longer shows.
And here, within this dream, I'm caught...
the Lady of the Blackened Rose.


[link]
:iconawasteof-paint:
i love this!
and i really like the title too.

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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
thanks (:

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
thank you !

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
thanks [=

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my boy builds coffins he makes them all day
but it's not just for work and it isn't for play
he's made one for himself, one for me too
one of these days he'll make one for you

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