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You are the blood flowing in and out of my veins
Into shards of black skies and crescent moons
Hanging from our palms and brushing our lips

The extinguished light of your eyelids
No longer burns bright
Rather they smolder between
Stolen glances and sips of tea

My blanket features are coming undone
Much like the seams of my scarecrow heart
Childhood nostalgia has never seemed so bleak
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yoursingingsatellite Featured By Owner May 11, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
this is really deep, man. Great job!
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner May 13, 2013  Student General Artist
thank you so much.

p.s I really like your icon.
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yoursingingsatellite Featured By Owner May 14, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
Thanks :D
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Prof-Stein Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Hobbyist Writer
scarecrow heart
was my favorite part
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Student General Artist
glad you liked it c:
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UndertheShaydeWood Featured By Owner May 9, 2013
"...they smolder between/ Stolen glances and sips of tea." That's it, isn't it, a life measured out in the fragments that make up our existence, the 'shards of black skies and crescent moons...' I cannot touch the power of the image, "Much like the seams of my scarecrow heart..." The title is it, a superb summary... childhood nostalgia'... bleak it is, indeed. It's od, though - in such bleak pessimism, the power and vitality of your imagery actually rstores in me some hope. The strength of your writing betrays its theme. Only in silence, the word; only in darkness, the light.
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner May 8, 2013
Then use not your eyes to see but your ears to hear caring words whispered, and touch to feel the hug that offers strength and comfort with a shoulder if needed. When the world has reseeded lisson again then you shall hear the birds in the sky, waves on a beach, and the heart beat of a friend; then feel the breeze on your arms and the sun on your face and only then can you open your eyes again to see the worlds the same just the suffering gone.
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner May 9, 2013  Student General Artist
An optimistic viewpoint is indulging ignorance, for the world is no longer a happy place where childish views can exist. They have been trampled and childhood dreams and ambitions are long forgotten because growing up means you have to give up on the fun and games.
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svenspade09 Featured By Owner May 10, 2013
The world has happy spot it does and you may grow up but childish behavior and beliefs can survive just not all of they, Hell I'm 21 and still play video games and read and hang with friends just because I grew up doesn't mean I had to stop all that.

Its hard but possible, And minecraft is just so cool
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grew-up-a-screw-up Featured By Owner May 10, 2013  Student General Artist
That description reminded me of disney land for some reason (I've never been but the adverts look fun)

okay, point taken, you win.

Video games are awesome but I've had to put them on hiatus because of my finals >o<
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