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...An Island
My disguise is old flaking skin cells, really
and yeah,
i mean the metaphorical variety
each a past phase drilled dry but still waving a dusty banner and i am an automaton - whom you and your dull stoned weapons can't crack to reveal the naked boy helpless inside
but i'll change my shape, motherfucker
like a cloud, mother father grounded can't penetrate the crystal glass cities within
within
is a universe i could never do without
where the nights are hot and the remarks
are scathing like sit-coms to the open heart
so that it quickly learns to turn hard and stay hard
but not brittle like broken bones
hey boyka!!so good to be talkin again,hehe.this is what alot of us teen people do...so sad that we cant let our parents in,i realize that adults cant understand our passions but they should(i believe) learn to appreciate the intensity of our beliefs and hopes!thats what i love about the teen generation,one thing transcends the ages..we are alive,we havent learned to be complacent or tired of life quite yet!!and i hope i never do!arggh hehe
find a happy thought...hehe lovies
metamorphosis great write looking beyond the obvious I love it keep up the great writing.Some don't understand amorphous much less metamorphosis haha