In order of appearance: Kevin, Zac, Hannah, Lisa, and Maggie.
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We had a home in the plains I wonder where it is today We haven't been there in a hope we go back there sometime soon The life of the summer was out there A party almost every night My family, my friends, their families, their friends I hope we go back there sometime soon It's been years now We don't go back there anymore I asked my parents what's so wrong with going back And all they did was cry More years pass, I'm on my own now I still think of that house in the plains And all of those parties of course So I look up the directions I'm on my way there now It's been three days I'm still looking for it It's winter now I can't imagine such a dreary setting for the best place in the whole world I found it at last But I'm saddened by what I see A dead tree out front And what looks like a shack It looked bigger all those years ago. I walk inside, everything covered in sheets and dust I start to get a headache But I shake it off And go upstairs On the bed I see a newspaper "Kidnapped boy rescued just in time" states the headline It's dated back eighteen years I'm almost twenty three now I wake up in a daze flashing blues and reds on the ceiling Lots of shouting I feel tears running down my eyes I wake up again I'm in a hospital Passerby's saw my car in the driveway of that shack They went to check it out And found me unconscious My parents beside me They tell me the story I was kidnapped as a child And I was held in that place That I had been dreaming of All these years.
It's so cold outside, around 10 to 20 degrees. It's just me and the snow, the kind of peace im already accustomed to.
I am on a hunt, going to try to shoot a deer. I've been out here for around 5 hours now, probably going to pack it in soon.
I saw one, far off in the distance. I tried a shot, but the shot was too far, he was running too fast for me to keep up.
It was a really nice buck too, hopefully I'll find one soon.
Wait...I see one, a nice one. I gotta go, wish me luck. Hopefully I'll come back with a nice kill.
It's a different scene
When there’s no white cover
Abandoned,
broken,
dead.
You can hear the creek of the old wood from the barn
the slightest blow of the wind is relentless.
Depressing.
The tree branches hang like they were never
Never alive, always dead.
They just dangle there
Lifeless.
Standing alone,
forgotten by the snow,
an abandoned barn holds host
to memories of shelter and warmth
and the laughter of children.
Invisible from the road,
forgotten by the snow,
It holds itself through
the test of time
and it remembers the days of
laughing children.
Sturdy and secure,
forgotten by the snow,
the barn waits for the day
when someone will rediscover it’s glory,
and the barn will hear the laughter of children once again.
Abandoned and quiet,
forgotten by the snow,
the barn becomes a haven,
the day has finally come
for it to once again hear the laughter of children. An Open Letter to Winter Dearest Winter,
Seriously?
Snow?
Look at my house
Do you think I have Central Air?
I live in the middle of nowhere
It hasn't snowed here in fifteen years
Why would you snow now?
Do you just have it out for me?
I don't have any neighbors to bum heat off of
You just want me to freeze, is that right?
Well guess what winter?
That's what airplanes are for!
I'm moving to Italy
Have fun crapping on other people
Because I'm never going to deal with you again
Sincerely,
A country cottage resident
With more money than they let on
We had a home in the plains
I wonder where it is today
We haven't been there in a
hope we go back there sometime soon
The life of the summer was out there
A party almost every night
My family, my friends, their families, their friends
I hope we go back there sometime soon
It's been years now
We don't go back there anymore
I asked my parents what's so wrong with going back
And all they did was cry
More years pass, I'm on my own now
I still think of that house in the plains
And all of those parties of course
So I look up the directions I'm on my way there now
It's been three days
I'm still looking for it
It's winter now
I can't imagine such a dreary setting
for the best place in the whole world
I found it at last
But I'm saddened by what I see
A dead tree out front
And what looks like a shack
It looked bigger all those years ago.
I walk inside, everything covered in sheets and dust
I start to get a headache But I shake it off
And go upstairs
On the bed I see a newspaper
"Kidnapped boy rescued just in time"
states the headline
It's dated back eighteen years
I'm almost twenty three now
I wake up in a daze
flashing blues and reds on the ceiling
Lots of shouting
I feel tears running down my eyes
I wake up again
I'm in a hospital
Passerby's saw my car in the driveway of that shack
They went to check it out
And found me unconscious
My parents beside me
They tell me the story
I was kidnapped as a child
And I was held in that place
That I had been dreaming of
All these years.
It's so cold outside, around 10 to 20 degrees. It's just me and the snow, the kind of peace im already accustomed to.
I am on a hunt, going to try to shoot a deer. I've been out here for around 5 hours now, probably going to pack it in soon.
I saw one, far off in the distance. I tried a shot, but the shot was too far, he was running too fast for me to keep up.
It was a really nice buck too, hopefully I'll find one soon.
Wait...I see one, a nice one. I gotta go, wish me luck. Hopefully I'll come back with a nice kill.
It's a different scene
When there’s no white cover
Abandoned,
broken,
dead.
You can hear the creek of the old wood from the barn
the slightest blow of the wind is relentless.
Depressing.
The tree branches hang like they were never
Never alive, always dead.
They just dangle there
Lifeless.
Standing alone,
forgotten by the snow,
an abandoned barn holds host
to memories of shelter and warmth
and the laughter of children.
Invisible from the road,
forgotten by the snow,
It holds itself through
the test of time
and it remembers the days of
laughing children.
Sturdy and secure,
forgotten by the snow,
the barn waits for the day
when someone will rediscover it’s glory,
and the barn will hear the laughter of children once again.
Abandoned and quiet,
forgotten by the snow,
the barn becomes a haven,
the day has finally come
for it to once again hear the laughter of children.
An Open Letter to Winter Dearest Winter,
Seriously?
Snow?
Look at my house
Do you think I have Central Air?
I live in the middle of nowhere
It hasn't snowed here in fifteen years
Why would you snow now?
Do you just have it out for me?
I don't have any neighbors to bum heat off of
You just want me to freeze, is that right?
Well guess what winter?
That's what airplanes are for!
I'm moving to Italy
Have fun crapping on other people
Because I'm never going to deal with you again
Sincerely,
A country cottage resident
With more money than they let on