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The Wood Room Collective
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Wood Room Collective
Harrisburg, Pa

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I fade as the day will dim
Will return as autumn does
The quiet of night sticks to
My open bones
woodroomcollective:

Headband Gang tearing it up @Little Amps 3/23/13

this was fun

woodroomcollective:

Headband Gang tearing it up @Little Amps 3/23/13

this was fun

time fell off my sleevein the heavy winds of spring   when asked how i died   a little   every day
i captured the grey from the skiesand my sprouting beardand my falling lidsheld no secrets anymore
even the fools knowit rains in spring

time fell off my sleeve
in the heavy winds of spring
   when asked how i died
   a little
   every day

i captured the grey from the skies
and my sprouting beard

and my falling lids
held no secrets anymore

even the fools know
it rains in spring

freebiglurch:

early morning style tips from my boy j. flocka

freebiglurch:

early morning style tips from my boy j. flocka

the sum of nothing

whoartgos:

image

occasionally
i rise above the
noise and ponder
my paces

through the city
life lends itself to
my eyes

lights captured and
held between

these hands

but more often
than not i fade,
brown skin into
black

and become just another
witness to the
swinging veins of
this lonely city,
never sleeps alone
but never
quite whole

we’re the product
of these broken
streets, raising
seas

we’re nothing

woodroomcollective:

#spittin’ #gos #woodroomcollective #headbandgang

me, check out that chair 

woodroomcollective:

#spittin’ #gos #woodroomcollective #headbandgang

me, check out that chair 

Hey girl. You know you’re always number 1 on my crush list
it’s way tooearly for 7 o’clock
the handsof time oftenlaugh at me
with their chatteringteeth, nails dragacross my arms
leaving scars wherethere shouldn’t be
and i’m everywherei shouldn’tbe

it’s way too
early for 7 o’
clock

the hands
of time often
laugh at me

with their chattering
teeth, nails drag
across my arms

leaving scars where
there shouldn’t be

and i’m everywhere
i shouldn’t
be

the sum of nothing

occasionally
i rise above the
noise and ponder
my paces

through the city
life lends itself to
my eyes

lights captured and
held between

these hands

but more often
than not i fade,
brown skin into
black

and become just another
witness to the
swinging veins of
this lonely city,
never sleeps alone
but never
quite whole

we’re the product
of these broken
streets, raising
seas

we’re nothing

love
lol she’s on tumblr
look at me, i am sex personified
whoartgos:

I watched today fade into yesterday, calendar inkstained our floorswhat are we but dustand words spread thinthroughout the atmosphere? 

look at me, i am sex personified

whoartgos:

I watched today fade into 
yesterday, calendar ink
stained our floors
what are we but dust
and words spread thin
throughout the atmosphere? 

inadvertent mean face
woodroomcollective:

Headband
p. Lara Cowden

We are Headband

woodroomcollective:

Headband

p. Lara Cowden

We are Headband