- Nostalgiascape
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In case of a rainy day, break glass
As a kid with thick hair, and adult with hair thinning
As a man mostly solemn but often times grinning
As a weird sort of chap often too weird for most
As a soft hearted fool but a hell of a host
I cannot get over nor can I explain
The sharpest, the deepest unshakeable pain
It starts with my mind but then shoots like a dart
The term that most use for it is A Broken heart
Sadness accompanies me like an old school yard chum
It sits with me suffocating me, making me numb
Sadness like waves from the ocean crash in
Taking my defenses and bashing them thin
I'm like a rabbit in it's hole, a bear in its cave
Staying inside to preserve and to save
But so much I miss and so many move on
Till I look around me and everyone’s gone
I never heard the starting gun fire
Looking down at my race shoes, like I still have desire
But when I look up, it seems they've finished the race
Long before I’ve even begun my pace
The angels come and go, they live and they age
An angel per year, and angel per page
But loves ship has sailed past me for I dared not to board
It's all I can do not to fall on my sword
But I will not do that for I will carry on
Whether a King of my own life or merely a pawn
I'll put one foot in front either excitedly or resentfully
And surely I shall cross the finish line eventually
As a man mostly solemn but often times grinning
As a weird sort of chap often too weird for most
As a soft hearted fool but a hell of a host
I cannot get over nor can I explain
The sharpest, the deepest unshakeable pain
It starts with my mind but then shoots like a dart
The term that most use for it is A Broken heart
Sadness accompanies me like an old school yard chum
It sits with me suffocating me, making me numb
Sadness like waves from the ocean crash in
Taking my defenses and bashing them thin
I'm like a rabbit in it's hole, a bear in its cave
Staying inside to preserve and to save
But so much I miss and so many move on
Till I look around me and everyone’s gone
I never heard the starting gun fire
Looking down at my race shoes, like I still have desire
But when I look up, it seems they've finished the race
Long before I’ve even begun my pace
The angels come and go, they live and they age
An angel per year, and angel per page
But loves ship has sailed past me for I dared not to board
It's all I can do not to fall on my sword
But I will not do that for I will carry on
Whether a King of my own life or merely a pawn
I'll put one foot in front either excitedly or resentfully
And surely I shall cross the finish line eventually
The dark night beckons. Bear us your soul, it whispers. Expose your wicked delights. Join the rest of us on the wind. The dark night beckons and we answer. Sailing into the shadows.
- Haunted Horseman
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- uncletor
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You know, you might have been one of the few people who could have UNDERSTOOD and HELPED Karen Carpenter.
I am serious, man.
From what I've read she was very lonely and got frustrated and sad quite frequently and wrestled with an eating disorder for years. Meanwhile the world only saw the soothing side of her music...
I'd like to think she could have let her hair down around you, sighed and belted out something more raw, because YOU knew where she was coming from.
Hang in there. Try renting Arsenic and Old Lace. Or Beetejuice.
I am serious, man.
From what I've read she was very lonely and got frustrated and sad quite frequently and wrestled with an eating disorder for years. Meanwhile the world only saw the soothing side of her music...
I'd like to think she could have let her hair down around you, sighed and belted out something more raw, because YOU knew where she was coming from.
Hang in there. Try renting Arsenic and Old Lace. Or Beetejuice.
Future events such as these will effect you in the future
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- Dutchess of Darkness
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- Nostalgiascape
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I am thankful for the concern I am recieving in here. However I am okay. I'm just working through a few things. Defragging my mind.
The dark night beckons. Bear us your soul, it whispers. Expose your wicked delights. Join the rest of us on the wind. The dark night beckons and we answer. Sailing into the shadows.
- MichaelMyers
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- Nostalgiascape
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When I was in elementary school, mid-70's, one year we did a small, condensed stage play version of "It's The Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!" and I got to play Linus. I seem to recall we had face masks, paper, so the audience would know which characters we were playing. I did my best to memorize my lines and I tried to do it with gusto, and I think I was the only one who really cared about the play and liked it. This might have been 1975 or 1976, I am thinking. By that time, I was already old enough to know that I LOVED spooky movies and books and Halloween.
1975 was the year KTLA showed Horror of Dracula at 8 pm, and this was just when the trick or treaters were coming to get candy. I remember I had drawn pictures of the Wolf Man and Dracula and the Frankenstein Monster, and these were hung on a window near the front door. I've loved Horror of Dracula ever since seeing it for the first time that night.
1975 was the year KTLA showed Horror of Dracula at 8 pm, and this was just when the trick or treaters were coming to get candy. I remember I had drawn pictures of the Wolf Man and Dracula and the Frankenstein Monster, and these were hung on a window near the front door. I've loved Horror of Dracula ever since seeing it for the first time that night.