紫金老虎机

Some days
You are just sad
& full of worry
The last two years couldn’t have been worse
And you feel your soul
Is trying to escape your shell
But it’s not time
And everyday seems to get worse
No light left
The weather seems to be
Pouring your...

Some days
You are just sad
& full of worry
The last two years couldn’t have been worse
And you feel your soul
Is trying to escape your shell
But it’s not time
And everyday seems to get worse
No light left
The weather seems to be
Pouring your emotions
From the madness
紫金老虎机 Of our brains

All I want to do
Is walk in the pouring rain
And scream
All of my hurt
And pain away
I want to shiver
I want to be cold
I want to feel again
Then, when the sun shines
It will hit my skin
And it will feel like
Your kiss
Gentle and loving
A reminder
Of what’s amiss

I could cry
I could try to fight
I’m already undone
My mind has begun
A new filtration
A new remedy
A constant forgetfulness
A foul and instant hit
To my chest
I was afraid my entire life
I never wanted to give up hope
But I am starting to feel
The darkness creep in
Everyday it’s darker
It’s deeper
Than I ever knew
And the truth is
Being alone
Is all I’ll really ever know
Isn’t it?

Can’t sleep

Playing piano
And singing tunes
Is something that I have known since I was young
It’s something very personal and very private for me
Singing came natural to me and sometimes I believe I sang before I spoke
Just as I learned to write cursive before print
And I remember when my grandparents let me drink coffee and read the newspaper at three
Always an old soul
Misunderstood
I will never be conventional
And I may be a day dreamer
As I know I am often in my own world
But I care so much about the world
And I don’t think that everyone should be expected to act the same as someone else
Everyone has a version of who you should be
Always be YOU

& that’s all for now as I must shut my eyes and go to sleep

missingmarilyn:
“ “ It was Friday afternoon, August 3, 1962, around five thirty in New York, when I received a phone call from Marilyn. What a pleasant surprise! She asked me about the magazine story and our book project. I told her both were going...

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It was Friday afternoon, August 3, 1962, around five thirty in New York, when I received a phone call from Marilyn. What a pleasant surprise! She asked me about the magazine story and our book project. I told her both were going well.

“There’s so much more I want to tell you for the book. When are you coming back?” she asked.

I told her that we had enough for the book—I just needed to ask her a few more questions about this and that, to fill in certain areas that we hadn’t really talked about.

She cut in to tell me excitedly that Jack Benny, on whose show she’d made her first television appearance, wanted her to put together a Las Vegas show with him. Frank Sinatra and Marlon Brando (she’d always wanted to work with him) had called with film offers, and a top producer had offered her a starring role in a Broadway play (something else she’d always dreamed of). Fox wanted her to begin shooting a film with Dean Martin in September.

She told me she was reading two wonderful books: Captain Newman and To Kill A Mockingbird.

“You’ve just got to get back here,” she said. Her voice sounded like she had just hit the jackpot. She never seemed happier.

I told her I’d try to leave by Monday or the middle of the week at the latest, and that I was very happy for her. I asked about her plans for the weekend, and she said she’d probably just relax, go out to dinner, and then maybe go over to the Lawfords for their regular Saturday night party. Then she said, “Love you—see you Monday or when you get out here.“

I said I loved her, too.

Fewer than twenty-four hours after Marilyn’s phone call, she was dead. The press told the world she had committed suicide. I will never believe Marilyn took her own life. She had too much to live for. She was excited about this book. She sounded so happy…It remains my belief, though I have no proof, that she was murdered.

- George Barris, Marilyn: Her Life In Her Own Words