#° ( verse ) » JUVENILE PUNKHEAD 。
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❝ it’s too bad you aren’t this cool to hang out with sober . ❞
@itsburkhart
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@egowood : ❝ i can’t breathe , i can’t-- ❞
❝ WHAT ? WHAT-- ? WHAT’S WRONG ? ❞ answer , the image straight from a nightmare , simply stares at him right in the face . he’s seen it all ; blood oozing from the walls , eerie shadows as black as the winter sky , how pairs and pairs of eyes can be seen glowing from the corner of his bedroom , his own god damn teeth rotting from his gums as he stares at himself in the mirror , watching them fall one by one .
but suddenly , nothing seems to be worse than the sight of true , genuine pain -- torment withered upon his love’s eyes . the way the boy aches and how he himself doesn’t know why . sam’s bottom lip quivers with fear , the kind he hasn’t mustered up in years , spread out and scattered across formerly faded features , now currently awake and sober from a recent high . his heart , once nearly dazed as the once hooded look free from his eyes , almost immobile of a deathly deficency of energy , now goes thump , thump , thump in his chest like a jackrabbit ---- like thumper , the thumping bunny from bambi himself , how sam only wishes it could race with merely excitement too .
tender hands close in on the other boy’s face , hovering tenatively just above the cheeks . he’s not sure if even grazing him with a finger would do more help than harm , ( ❛ you’re a nuisance , sammy , you ruin everything you touch . ❜ ) as voices ( ❛ you’ll only make things worse . ❜ ) only begin to eat him up inside ( ❛ he can’t breathe because he can’t stand to be with you . ❜ ) inconvenitently now , out of all moments in time .
voices burn at his brain , just as much as panic sears his heart -- he can feel this hole forming beneath his chest and it’s beginning to tear him up from the inside out . and he can’t help grimacing , leaving no choice but to let his palms drop to the top of jett’s shoulders in defeat . ❝ you just -- just tell me , jett . you just gotta tell me . just breathe and tell me ! ❞
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@itsburkhart : ❝ and if I had a beer , i’d be getting over it right now . ❞
FAMILIAR MUSINGS , he hears her , and then ---- he hears her . she speaks a mere sentence and somehow epitomizes his pure essence ; trivial desires , some that spur randomly to his absent mind throughout the day , some that weigh him down with weariness , most that grow restless with a dire need that keeps him from simply standing up straight .
broad daylight , just the cusp of the afternoon , but what tickles at the lobe of his ear somehow sits well with an eight am’s bowl of captain crunch and two tiny pieces of bacon . his eyes light up like a dark sky finally brought on by bright tomorrow and , suddenly , he’s paying attention to what she has to say .
problem ? some probem , there was . but all that matters now , to sam , is that they’ve got a resolution . ❝ well -- there’s always that gas station just down the road ... ❞ expert at keeping a straight face , almost a bastard at it , he tries to feign a lack of hope -- guilty excitement .
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lids fall low , embraces the cloud that takes over his torso , making him slouch . within a haze , he’s listening , he swears he’s listening ... until he’s not . ❝ ---- dude , i don’t know what you’re about talking right now , but you sound like my mom when like my mom when she notices i haven’t picked my clothes off the floor ... ❞ he can’t the smirk that curls in the corner of his mouth , practically becomes half his face , akin to the grinch that stole christmas , but in this instance , it’s reggie’s dignity . ❝ such a whiner . ❞
@divainity
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❝ damn , who are we right now ? ❞ ( ♫ )
@rosescut; accepting !
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❝ i'm only shaking 'cause i'm lying in the cold . ❞ ( ♫ )
@brainwrangler ; accepting !
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❝ i don’t watch much tv ... ❞ unless saturday night live is on or , that other show , m*a*s*h ? or a really good movie ; sammy is a sucker for those . but with lack of familiarity , he can’t quite say he knows the fella before him . and with hardly any interest , all he does is look up at him . hooded eyes , empty stare , a haze leaving his mind vacant for all possibilities . maybe this jett could do more than jog his memory , for anything besides this particular exchange seems more useful . ❝ you got any one - liners ? ❞ humor him , he thinks . maybe there’s some charm behind what meets the eye -- a pretty boy , for sure .
@egowood
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DEADPAN TO THE POINT OF BEING TOO SERIOUS , the mug of a mere boy . yet , the boy resembles that of a crochety old man , perhaps one that grew up long ago , before he could even start to make memories , ultimately way too fast . ❝ what do you mean ? this is my smiling face . ❞ is he joking ? hard to tell when he couldn’t act joyful even if he tried . ❝ i can always just cover my whole face . that’d make for a better picture . ❞
@salmns
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❝ watch where you swing that thing ... ❞ perpetual scowl ridden on his face , but he doesn’t mean to make it sound so cold . voice is gentle more than anything else , breaks into the air rather out of caution , fending for his own self like the concussion is so vivid and near if he doesn’t at least warn him . he eyes the bat , takes note of it and the familiarity of its intricacies , becomes reminded of a frivolous spring from the year before , in which he had tried something new . ❝ you do realize it’s nearly winter , right ? ❞
@dorksitter
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you are SUCH a FUCKASS!
scoff ! at an instant , it spits from his lips with mocking amusement , a tinge of confusion that pinches at his eyes , for a word he’s surprisingly never heard of before . ❝ what ? ❞ did his buddy run out of insults ? come across a scarcity of things to call him ? he , himself , who’s admittedly a jackass to his dear friend , who knows he’s awfully too hard on him at times thanks to the past of a demonizing environment . it’s simply deep - rooted in his nature , buried beneath uncertainty and insecurity , never coming about unless he stumbles upon a sense of comfortability around another . with reggie , it’s hard not resist the temptation of showing how much he cares about him through his antagonistic quips . he finds more humor in it than regret , especially when the poor guy can’t manage to rely on a good comeback . ❝ what , did you run out of vocabulary words ? ❞ suddenly , he figures reggie is better off using his fists . ❝ maybe you should stop smoking . i know your capacity is small , but you can’t afford to lose anymore braincells , reg . ❞ maybe he actually prefers it , considering how much he seems to desire becoming apart of the sidewalk .
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❝ and you're a liar , at least -- ! all of your friends are . ❞ ( ♫ )
@cheertm ; accepting !
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@egowood asked ; ❝ read my lips -- no ! ❞
he acts like he’s been scuffed in the mouth , with jutting words that pose as a punch . he’s familiar with the feeling all too well and it forces his jaw to close shut , of course with reluctance , bitterness . a desire to bite his tongue and keep his teeth gnawing there , for it’ll sustain him in resisting the temptation of responding with regrettable things . fuck him ---- absent from his thoughts , yet still cutting into the consciousness of his mind with the echo of an audible voice , some invisible mouth . you don’t need him . but he does , or wants to need him . and with little to no sleep straining the little veins of his eyes , he senses annoyance merely runs high for no other faults besides his own . ❝ fine . can you at least wash that for me though ? you know , when you’re done being a little brat . ❞
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‘ it doesn’t hurt. ’
❝ bullshit , it doesn’t hurt ! ❞ strong feelings make him chastise him , form words with his mouth without thinking , to never clock into instincts until after the fact , when harshness has already made its message . a blink flickers guilt - ridden eyes , how they transition so fast like a switch . apologetically , he lets shoulders slump and lets the rain of the own little personal storm he mopes under pour a little harder down on him . ❝ i’m sorry … ❞ his father once told him anger only means you care about person . yet , sam’s smart enough to suspect that man merely conjures up excuses for his sick , twisted brain cells , good enough to not fall into the habit of making up his own for his own . he maintains a gentle touch , tentative with doubt despite the other’s claim – it sure does look like it hurts . after disinfect , he tries to find a band - aid . ❝ if it was tommy again , you can tell me . ❞ careful look at his profile , beyond the nasty cut , close attention to any sign of an answer . but then he mulls it over , as he rips open scooby - doo prints from the package . ❝ or was it him again ? ❞ he , who shall not be named ; it’s funny how every scumbag seems to share the same pronouns around this town .
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@egowood asked ; ❝ i don’t have good dreams anyway . ❞
drawn to glitter , as shiny as the silver of very eyes as it dazzles at him under the moonlight , pouring down towards the small window pane in the night where the creatures crawl across the rug and where the shadows creep among the walls , looking to taunt . it stills against his gaze with such brightness , he wonders how the depths of the cave behind two doors could dwell so dark inside of him . yet , a boy who’s so vocal , so open , sam takes advantage and uses word of input to fuel it into his own imagination ---- resorts him to think the worst as a sense of familiarity helps him understand more . head shifts , sinks deeper into pillow . no questions , he just tries to smile . ❝ neither do i . ❞ fact is , he doesn’t like dreaming at all . and his mind is only free , clear of thought , the bad and the good , as long as he gets to sleep next to him ... it’s an amazing feeling , a secure one , one that he hasn’t had before at all .
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wide space , open enough to attract the attention of onlookers and let them seek the strange opportunity of latching onto their trail . ❝ i mean , i don’t know ... ❞ nerves , inexplicable to his own denial senses , prompts frivolousness from the side of his head , a crooked finger that itches and then falls against his side in helplessness . ❝ do you see any freaky fuckers out there ? ❞ he just wants to walk in peace .
@maegnificence
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@meddlingheels asked ; ❝ never rat on your friends and always keep your mouth shut . ❞
peculiar words of advice from a girl he can’t even quite tell is real . with confidence , splendor , voice that pleasantly meets the eye , she truly presents herself like a painted picture . and with an aura like hers , she carries along a sort of atmosphere , one that makes him knit his brows quizzically , smirk in uncertainty , second guess her intentions , if she isn’t just being plain kind -- looking out for a newbie . nevertheless , he can’t deny how cool she looks ... he thinks , maybe he should listen to her , and make the most out of this . ❝ got any other proverbs ? or am i only good enough for the one ? ❞
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