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Helping Hand-Helping Hand-
Its the smiles i put on faces
Its the the hugs i receive in return.
Its the way they thank me
Its what makes me fell whole
To help people
The grandest gesture.
Weather its giving them a complement
Or helping them though a break up.
When i see that smile
When i get that hug
or hear that Thank You
It makes me the happiest person alive.
Just to know that they're happy.
Outcast call to arms introAndys P.O.V
I was walking though the studio. I had just finished recording the vocals to Knives and Pens Acoustic.
I found the break room with ease. Slowoly i opened the door.
I found that tohe room had A couch in fornt of a TV, a fridge in the conner. oppiste that conner was a bed, well more of a mattress with some pillows and blankets.
Ashly or ash was sitting on the couch with sandra usinh his sholder as a pillow not that it looked like he cared.
Jake was over at the fridge rumiging though it.
"Hay Andy"Jake said turning around from the fridge with a root beer in his hands.
Family FunAfter gettin back from a food carnival at city center
Mom-Hey got you some panflits on drugs
Mom-Because you need to know
Me- im stright edge
Mom- Any whay i got you one on Inhants*hands to me* um marijuana*hands over*
Alcohol*hands to me* Oh and prescription drugs*hands to step dad*
stepdad-*glares and walks away*
A little later
Me-Did you know that smoking tabaco can make you cranky
StepDad- you know what makes me angry people that give
StepDad- well yes. but
SidhlairielI sat on the balcony
listing to the trees
as they share stoires of the past
and the oceans whispering about adventure
my time is near
for i will leave soon
but do not worry
for i live in memory
for the trees well tell my storie
to those who pass though these woods
and the oceans well whisper my name for a lifetime and more
i will be gone but will live on
and you will know
about all the pain
all the love
and all the adventers i had
all you have to do is listin to nature
and you will hear
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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