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Loony
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Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Gilligan Cross^D1 CB2 [fin] Jun 28, 2015 18:33:18 GMT -5

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Post by Loony on Jun 28, 2015 18:33:18 GMT -5

Gillligan William Cross
18
U ready for this?
A gay, suicidal, poet/pathological liar/career...
cuts himself when he lies
cuts others when he wants to
cuts the truth with his tongue
cuts paper with his poetry
idk just go with it
odair
Gustaaf Wassink

Last Edit: Dec 27, 2015 15:41:10 GMT -5 by Loony

Music is a moral law.

^Credit to Thundy

Loony
District Mayor

732 POSTS

last seen Mar 11, 2021 22:38:06 GMT -5

Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Gilligan Cross^D1 CB2 [fin] Jun 28, 2015 18:55:44 GMT -5

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Post by Loony on Jun 28, 2015 18:55:44 GMT -5

G i l l i g a n C r o s s

18 | District 1 | Gustaaf Wassink | Homosexual

We didn't need a story, we didn't need a real world

Never

never

never love
never trust them
never believe in them
never hope for an escape
never pray for a saving grace
never grieve the long lost
never dream in color
never wonder about
never love

never

I was taught from the beginning to be a series what not to do. Father was a series of rules, and I was the blind worshiper. Father was not one to get angry, for just a word out of place and that would be the end of me and my sister. I learned to push everything down into a deep dark trench.

Winter

Born in ice

Anguish still echoing-

within the white walls

still, ever still-

my mother is

Born in snow

Flurries of shame-

buried in my fault

Her breath never reached-

my skin

never gave it color

Born in winter

Forever white

But forever tainted

Just like winter

They used to joke that I was snow, and then kick me to the ground and piss on me. My skin is so pale that I almost don't blame them.

Lost in Concrete

I once was lost
I suppose thats true for most
But I was lost in concrete
Trapped in a maze of streets
With heart in hand
And the desire to be grand
I had entered the concrete maze
With steel ablaze
And muscles flexed
I entered the maze perplexed

In this maze of concrete
The search for victory meant defeat
Because everyone was larger than life
And I was only good with a knife
At five foot nine
I was nothing but swine
The the beasts who walked my spine

I'm not the career my father wants, but I strive to be nonetheless. Whatever he looks for I want to be, no matter the cost. If I must lie and say I'm some one else to keep his love, I will not blink. And if I must cut myself to seem strong, then who am I to accept weakness?

Last Edit: Dec 27, 2015 15:40:22 GMT -5 by Loony

Music is a moral law.

^Credit to Thundy

Loony District Mayor 732 POSTS last seen Mar 11, 2021 22:38:06 GMT -5 Rage, rage against the dying of the light.	Gilligan Cross^D1 CB2 [fin] Dec 27, 2015 15:40:45 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by Loony on Dec 27, 2015 15:40:45 GMT -5 done (finally)
	Music is a moral law. ^Credit to Thundy

✨ zozo. Retired Staff 8,205 POSTS Pronouns: she/her last seen Nov 14, 2024 21:02:02 GMT -5 bloomtodeath	Gilligan Cross^D1 CB2 [fin] Dec 27, 2015 16:11:27 GMT -5 Quote Select Post Deselect Post Link to Post Member Give Gift Back to Top Post by ✨ zozo. on Dec 27, 2015 16:11:27 GMT -5 accepted!
	“and men said that the blood of the stars flowed in her veins.”