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Just Like Jonah
Just like Jonah in        the belly of the whale
Asking, "O God of the lowly, when will you deliver?"
I'm calling from the depths        in the middle of this cage
Of ribs these walls I'm kept        for me there's no escape
       In this hour I pray just like Jonah
I was shamed and so I hid        in sewn skins to cover sins
Am I worthy of your love        after being tossed from a God-forsaken ship
Are open eyes and nakedness worth        all the thorns and distance
From one already I        wondered if he ever really listened
       In this hour I pray just like Jonah
                                  just like Jonah
How will I gaze again        with weeds wrapped around my worried head
There are no te
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Literature
Boat, Car, Plane
I see the boats the cars the planes - When they go
I'm just watchin' but where - I don't know
Where they might take
Someone to finally
Break free from this rat race and see
The dunes the waves the trees
All the sights that can't be seen
From this balcony tonight
I might for once hop aboard
Something
Sail fly or ride I'll make real these dreams
Sail fly or ride I'll make real these dreams
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Literature
Mama
My mama's got a blue van haulin' up the free way
Gonna find a place
In a small town Ferndale home away from bad men
(Gonna) raise her kids that way
      In the country
      In this backland
      Where we don't need dads
      Or any sad men
      Please you don't need
      To feel so bad for
      All of us kids 'cause our mother hugged us
My mama's quittin' smokes now even though its hard now
But if she's gonna make
Some money with a man's job gonna need some good lungs
That's how bills get paid
      With her own blood
      And her sweat and
      Tears she's savin' for her nightstand
      She's made it this far
      She don't need guitars
      Cause my mother's already a rockstar
My mama's making her last bed in a land now
Where memories roam
As children in the tall grass down in the
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Literature
Math
I hate the math . What they always make it say
Half my days . Plus not enough is too much space
For me to say . How much I always thought your face
Keeps the fog . Rolling through and though my brain
      I'm in a bubble       And you're not far away
              In the backseat
              On the riverbank
              In my living room
              Where I can see you
              You've been looking
              Out the window of a car
              You're not speaking but
              I swear you're hands are
We've traveled space . Mapping all from our beds
More clear than . Our backyards beyond the fence
In our heads . A burden safe and not scared
But confined . To th
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Literature
In Your Eyes
I see a canopy
Where everything we breathe is recycling
I feel our bodies becoming one anatomy
In your eyes
It feels like a lifetime
In your eyes
Seconds feel like lifetimes
My friends and family I don't think I'd ever need
It's in a glance
In a moment
I don't need them
It's in your eyes
My whole life is in your eyes
You'll never find
My whole life was in your eyes
In your eyes
It feels like a lifetime
In your eyes
Seconds feel like lifetimes
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Literature
Our New Home
The view gets wider
When we leave
The questions never
Ending
After we've
Picked up and are gone
To our first home.
Or old?
Our old home...
Constellations
Consternation
In my head
I've destinations
I've got great distances
This red X
Is our home
Our new home
Our new home
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Literature
Me And The Real Girl
Swing low
and high
                        I'll catch you in the middle
                                but leave you behind
We never
try
           We're both scared out of our minds
                                    With a leap so high
Maybe I need touch with feeling
Your tongue - its taste is so much better with talking
You torture
My eye
                  Your contour makes my insides
                                         Breathe so small
Could we lie?
Would it be?
        Where we hide our shame underneath
                                       to idealize: if you
Swing low
and high
             I'd like to help you where you need
                                    to land on your feet
Maybe I need touch with feeling
You're tongue - it tastes is so much better with talking
Ask me is this worth all the ache
Knowing good things through strain
                     
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Literature
To Mother
A poem... Nay? Story? Thoughts... Regardless...
                    To Mother,
I sit at my coffee table writing this... Papers... Lists.... Bills... Undoubtedly affecting each letter I pen. Maybe by the instability that bleeds onto this page, it's as if a forensic team could paint exactly what my "living room" looked like the very moment I wrote this. Papers, papers, not all mine - everywhere. The three glass ornaments blown by Derek. They clink ever time the table moves. I never fail to not distance them apart. Except this morning. Why? Maybe because I'm writing lists, paying bills, and getting rid of all these pestering burdens that have sprouted wings and decided to circle my head, flapping obnoxiously within close proximity, making me twitch.
I've been awakening each morning to a grey, dull, heavy piece of concrete on top of my body. Not COMPLETELY sure how he got there. He says his name is "depression/egotism/selfishness/brilliance
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Literature
Observer
Trouble hunched over girl
He's doubling over her
He's kissing her ear and takes off his shirt
He's a lunatic but a comforter
He's crazy but it's working for her
I don't see why but it doesn't matter
7 stories 2 lanes between us I can't complain
I have a view that's privileged to few
She's holding onto the railing
He's failing to pick her up
Back on to the steps, to kissing her neck - I'm confused
Is this what love is?
    Is this how it works?:
    Staggering down streets with a lover?
    Who's place is next?
    Is this how they'll spend their summer again?
He's writing another song
About how everything has gone wrong
There comes a point its not therapy
But reminders - the past repeats
He's sitting in his own stench
His spokes broke with his own wrench
Ruminating in wake of his sin
Wondering not, but knowing it'll happen again
How long can he keep it up?
In his own head he's giving up
He's no different than the two lovers outside
Sinning thinki
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Literature
Maybe
Oh no...
You're happening to happen once again
And you brought along that face
That became friend, but frankly...
That's what kills the most.
     Because it was beautiful to chase
     Oh... we didn't ask for this
             but I wouldn't doubt
     Oh... maybe we needed this
             more than we'd allow
     Oh... we didn't ask for this
             but I wouldn't doubt
     Oh... maybe we needed this
             more than we'd allow
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Literature
Green Pastures
I kinda said so so much so soon
All my ideals promised you:
I'd be careful to watch over you
But I was so scared; that it defined you:
    So sweet a soul in sickness...
    Hard to see past it
    But with bravery flown,
   
    Exposed - I was the weaker
Might I consol if you've not asked?
Should it divide, or should it pass?
Or lift a veil pulled by the goat?
Extinguish a lie in bitterness?
    Say what you will
    But He has something better.
    Not in heaven or hell
   
     - but in green pastures.
    You said we'll share melody
    without worry
    I'll see you in the Lord's Kingdom
   
     - soon, surely.
Can I look back in a wake where I should
have met with your eyes? Held your hand?
Liittle work I know it could have been
to prepare for a last
    So soon to take your leave
    But not in hurry
    If I can live by what it means -
    "See you soon, Amy."
   
    Say what you will
    But He has something better.
    Not in heaven or hell
   
     - but in green pastures
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Literature
Pristine Hollow
Oh God, it's that shallow
We're both pristine vessels, although hollow tubes
Sometimes all I think is, 
"Oh man, if it don't speak but lay there purposefully nude
Oh dear, 
I hope you don't wonder why we aren't here
It's nothing complicated to me, or fear
It's just something you'd rather not see
In you, not me
It's not worth figuring out
But something you will always doubt
Cause hopefully there's something that I'm missing
I can only imagine you're wishing
I'd just forfeit what makes me ugly
Your intentions plague me
My ego's hungry baby
I'll milk you like you milk what you see
I'll always keep this going
Without you ever knowing
Thoughts I've given to what this could be
Oh dear, 
I hope you don't wonder why we aren't here
It's nothing complicated to me, or fear
It's just something you'd rather not see
In you, not me
Oh dear, 
I hope you don't wonder why we aren't here
It's nothing complicated to me, or fear
It's just something you'd rather not see
In you, not me
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Literature
Storm Waltz Finale
fire inside
a cold cold mind
saying goodbye is livin
some storm is comin our way
its long time comin
youve barely buried your face
its enough to not admit to God
your sin
skin alone
in a bed so cold
playin house and leavin
some storm is now passing through
been long time comin
youre someone i never knew
but enough i thought to notice gone
and now?
story so old
this dance is so old
if love is a house
its barred and boarded completely
'cause this storm is now taking root
there's no chance for sleeping'
you're all people i wish i knew
when i was strong
to do no wrong
to you...
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Literature
Home
Please you're speaking to the wrong person in the room
Cause if you're leaving, I don't want to hear regrets from you
So stay and marry me
My heart is home to come to
Stay and love me
Cause I love you
This might be my last hug till my bodies fully numb
This fleeting feeling - you hid it where? I don't know
You stole it with a brush last night you don't know of
To me it felt like forever, to you - you can't recall
So stay and marry me
My heart is home to come to
Stay and love me
Cause I love you
Just say so I'll know
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Literature
You
oh my god i can't help but always think what the hell are you doing
i'm sitting here, not even knowing what i'm doing
and you are probably flying in the clouds with every boy i envy
oh my god why does my stomach have to hurt for you
so young, so young, you killer - you kill my years of wisdom
they all notice before we blossom, yet they don't stop to smell the roses
its a crazy thought, that they are even more sad.
for our future holds much strain until were honest
much unfortunate longing, at the same time
you and i
both lying down
in separate rooms
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Literature
A Part, A Loan
I've had three dreams
All without planning
I look at the scene
To destroy sleep and waking
We were in our homes
With windows and no doors
You hung off my back
And no one else kept me warm
     The wake seems long
     And sleep - small
     The fall won't stop
    Till we end it all
                                    Apart is where we are
                                    Alone is who we are
I've had three dreams
Selfish, and self-serving
I gave nothing back
To one so deserving
     The wake seems long
 
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Just like Jonah in        the belly of the whale
Asking, "O God of the lowly, when will you deliver?"

I'm calling from the depths        in the middle of this cage
Of ribs these walls I'm kept        for me there's no escape

       In this hour I pray just like Jonah

I was shamed and so I hid        in sewn skins to cover sins
Am I worthy of your love        after being tossed from a God-forsaken ship

Are open eyes and nakedness worth        all the thorns and distance
From one already I        wondered if he ever really listened

       In this hour I pray just like Jonah
                                  just like Jonah

How will I gaze again        with weeds wrapped around my worried head
There are no temples at        the bottom of this underwater mountain - in this ocean

If and when I surface        I will pay my vow I once had broken
I will give you thanks        for the hand that caught me before I drowned in

       In this ocean I pray just like Jonah
                                  just like Jonah
                                  just like Jonah
                                  just like Jonah

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August Giaccaglia
United States
Current Residence: Seattle, WA it is...no more couch hoppin'!
Favourite genre of music: alternative...umm...yes. rock. and yes...many many kinds. All different kinds.
Operating System: my heart and brain
MP3 player of choice: wish i had one
Shell of choice: I saved some shells from florida when i visited, then i threw emaway. so i guesstheyre not my choice
Wallpaper of choice: something innovative!
Skin of choice: non-red
Favourite cartoon character: mighty mouse
Personal Quote: Ivadoogieimahpains
Interests
  • Reading: beep bop
Once upon a time, this - was important. Still is. This is where I store all my song lyrics. That's it!

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SWNightingale Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2013  Professional General Artist
AUGGIE!!! :D
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SeanMcHaney Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2011
I used your stock as reference for a drawing. I am sending you a note about it

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AManWithPhotoshop Featured By Owner Jun 8, 2011  Hobbyist Digital Artist
Used your stock here [link]
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ayasha21 Featured By Owner Aug 24, 2010
happy DA bday!
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PaxAeterna Featured By Owner Jul 14, 2010  Student General Artist
I just thought I'd let you know that I'm working on a renewed cover of Amazing Because It Is. Now that I have better guitars, pedals, and a legit friend that plays trumpet, not to mention I'm recording a bunch of my friends singing to get the choir part. And I have a snowball mic to use. :D
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UglyyDuckling Featured By Owner Jun 15, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
awesome artwork :eager:
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FreakVampire88 Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2010  Hobbyist Photographer
hi can u click her pls? thank u

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deaconZR Featured By Owner Dec 4, 2009
Great stock! I used it here. [link]

Thanks alot!
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Schism82588 Featured By Owner Oct 24, 2009
The fact that you're on the cover of a Sybreed album makes you incredibly fuckin imba. Just thought i'd say..
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gusgusgustus Featured By Owner Nov 3, 2009
is that a compliment? what does imba mean?
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