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Going NowhereKyo ran his fingers along the row of dusty books. He breathed in the stale aroma of hundred year old paper and ink. He loved it. He loved everything about books. They had been his best friends for the last 14 years. Ever since he was little, hed been somewhat of an loner. Both of his parents had died in a car accident when he was 5, and had lived with his uncle ever since. His uncle was nice enough, mostly kept to himself, when he wasnt drinking. As far as his uncle was concerned, Kyo was a useless screw up for dropping out of high school, and took the time to remind him of this by beating him unconscGoing Nowhere


Telephone CordsI dont regret how I told All your silent truthful lies I wont try to take back How ridiculously hard Ive tried To break this thread Tightly tied around my finger Reminding me of every breath Wasted on these stupid Pointless blueprints For this box of forgotten Telephone cords Connecting everyone Worth your time to One single cell of hope And Id bet you didnt know That the only person connected To those telephone cords Is you So take a moment here Dig through your brain Find that unnecessarily laTelephone Cords


UntitledI cant breathe this air Its full of oxygen Get me some gasoline Or I might not make it And I know you dont care But Ive got way too much pride To fake it And I know you think That Im talking in metaphors But I need you to take this Completely literally All Ive seen so far Is slamming doors And every time That I see a new face I start coughing up blood And pleading I hope its just a phase But the real question Thats on my mind is Will I ever get home? Because frankly I havUntitled
| Hurm...my name is Didier Nuleaux. Both my parents come from Quebec, but I was born in British Columbia, and I still live there to this day. I am a homosexual, and I would prefer that any homophobic remarks remain unsaid. I love writing poetry (though I'm still not very good at it) drawing, and painting. Constructive criticism is always welcome. |
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