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Silent Thanks by picasowannabe, literature

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Silent Thanks

Silent Thanks I had the most incredible feeling today. I was walking down the hall to my bedroom, and and as i walked past the light switch i turned it off. I turned off the only light that lit the hallway, and all of a sudden i was floating. The only part of me that that sensed were my feet on the soft carpet, and in that second I was free. So i hung onto the feeling, i stood alone in the darkness, and i don't know how long i stood there before i took a step but it felt like a lifetime. The air was still, the night was silent and all i could feel was a thousand course fibers pressing against my skin. The as i walking i felt complete and to

Sweet Lullaby by picasowannabe, literature

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Sweet Lullaby

Sweet Lullaby Sunday morning's bitter rain Is beating on the pane, Goose bumps rush across my skin As your warm breath caresses my neck. The soft touch of your finger tip sets me on fire. You curl up cosily in my arms Or lie awake, upon my chest And smile contentedly to yourself While my mind races, embracing my ecstasy. I close my eyes and fill my head With all times that I've made you laugh And slowly rock myself to sleep. Your laughter, My lullaby. 02/03/04

Heroin Love by picasowannabe, literature

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Shared Angel by picasowannabe, literature

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Shared Angel

The autumn pool of golden beauty, Upon your face of broken glass, Contorted by how you see the world, Distorted by your loathsome pain. Mimicking the evening mist You stalk your prey with Satan's lust Craving blood to fill the void The hole in your now blackened heart. While deep within your icy depths You hide the truth which spawns your pain. The portrait of her innocence Her fragile beauty you have lost. Her eyes which made you golden, Her lips that made you deep, Her touch, as soft and pure as silk Betrayed your love and shattered you. So now you sit alone at night, And feed upon intense regret. I've watched you throug

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A Son or A Rebel by picasowannabe, literature

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A Son or A Rebel

A Son or a Rebel? Why do you dislike all my triumphs, The things that make me who I am, You raised me to be my own person, Now my thoughts aren't worth a damn. I hate the way you hate my music, I'm big enough to shoot a bow, I'm strong enough to climb that cliff face, It's time for you to just let go. You need to see, I'm growing up, Come; open up your eyes, Be proud of what your son's become, And don't look so surprised!!

Love at the Pawn Shop by picasowannabe, literature

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Love at the Pawn Shop

Love at the Pawn Shop All alone, inside my room, We speak while we're apart. The idle chat and small talk, That hides my lonely heart. But underneath the scripting, Our hearts communicate Of life, of love, of happiness, Of anger, fear and hate. And while our hearts are talking, Our minds are quiet, still, Because our hearts have swelled so much Our brains can't take their fill. Love is blind, some people say Perhaps it rots the mind, But I wouldn't trade this love I have For anything, of any shape, or any size or any single kind.

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The Phrase Unspoken by juliet-capulet, literature

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The Phrase Unspoken

Cheeks stiff with the trails of dried tears Eyes blurry from lack of sleep Body exhausted from constant stress Stomach queasy from the deep, choking sobs Nose stuffed, sinuses pounding Heart twisting, ripping, smashed Knives, barely sheathed in words, plunging into my core Is it the painful actions The brutality of the comments The poisonous deceit That fill me with uncontrollable agony? Or is it the phrase unspoken The words I long to hear Implying acceptance Thoughtfulness Caring Love? Maybe all. Maybe none. But truth be told... (For told it must be)... The day I existed Is meaningless to anyone but myself. For I Am

Snow by Sarcastig, literature

A Broken Wing of a Raven Man by elusivesin, literature

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A Broken Wing of a Raven Man

And whispers then there came 7 sins later, Where martyed lead cinders had brushed away in dusk Brought forth to me in tears drawn back A man with feathered wings dyed black, His ecohed cry had left me to believe in such a lie Where eternity had sprung forth from me a second to spare, A relief to this wretched nightmare. Across the furious trees of ash Had came to him a scouring clash Of memories of how he too had fell From kingdoms high, Left in this cave to loathe and die He clawled to crawl And to my ear did he spy Whispering names to whom he implied, But then out of scarce delay did he peck a protray With his wicked ingno

A Question of Gravity by paulscha, literature

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A Question of Gravity

Is it important that unimportant things are said? The words we don\'t mean make a sound worse than silence Imply a man who lives by less than bread alone Signify violence Shatter the peace When the living ape the dead What heart not made from stone Can keep from breaking? Wrapped up in empty speech What tongue, what ear But cries out for release? I know the poignant sense of absence The mourning of dead space That follows in the wake of wasted words I have ached with it Coiled my mind round it tight Tried to expel it, before it starved me from inside But I have known, too, gravity That force aroused by weight That gives us

Mortals - Nearly Done by erinightwind, literature

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Mortals - Nearly Done

Mortals I understand the emptiness of love lost, Although I have myself not known the cost, I understand it\'s like you\'ve lost an arm, To live away from loves\' sweet charm. Whether \'twas to the Shadowlovers\' fee, Or simply because they wanted to be free. I willingly comfort those who suffer; Those who have lost their lover, But not for them, my pity’s reserved, For others it is better deserved. For those to whom love is unknown, For those who have always felt alone. For those who have spent the long night hours Trembling as the lonely winters leaf cowers. Those in abject fear of five little words Flitting round thei

Just Another Story by casperk, literature

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Just Another Story

I remember when I first saw that person that walks to school alone. Like she never meet a single person in here life. I never thought about it really but, I wonder what she's like? It was a fairly cool autumn morning when I awoke in my bed. The usual routine of getting a shower, dressed and out the door was soon to come. I don't eat breakfast, I am not a morning person. Nobody is ever home in the morning its usually just me and the dogs. I leave at around 25 after to get to school in plenty of time. I run across, or rather see this girl about a block away from my house, the school being only 5 blocks in the same direction. Her hair is sho

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12 O Clock by alllightisgone, literature

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12 O Clock

12 O' Clock The sun filtered in through the window But all you saw was the note on the table. I'm sorry that I have to leave you. All the angels opened their arms Unfolded their wings All the devils averted their eyes Held their tongues That day the clock didn't chime. You followed my footprints in the dust The air still settling from when I'd passed But you knew before you saw It was too late to say "Good bye." The thumping on the other side Of the closet door, shut tight You knew what it was before you Opened it slowly and saw my feet Dangling limply beneath the rafters. Maybe you'll regret never Opening the note I'd w

Unsleepable by supul-sinac, literature

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Unsleepable

Unsleepable When the 2 a.m. lights just won't burn out and your mind ticks with the clock. Layin' there hoping time will turn out and make these daydreams stop. In actions untaken you'll find you resolution. 'cause its just unsleepable. And dreams unfaded will haze with the sunrise. 'cause its all so unsleepable. Chasing bedlamp shadows across the sheets leaves paths for the mind to wander. But in those pasts you'll find no peace. As that lies under the covers. And if in dreams long missed you find some resolve. Then advise my feet in what path to take. 'cause I'll find it far too unsleepable.

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Current Residence: Dublin, Ireland
Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Swing and Big Band
Favourite style of art: abstract
Operating System: Mac OS X
MP3 player of choice: iTunes
Wallpaper of choice: Anything colourful or abstract
Favourite cartoon character: The Leprichaun on the Lucky Charms Box
Personal Quote: You are hearing me talk

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Fight Club

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Terry Bozzio

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i like crime and science. Michael Connelly and Stephen Hawkins.

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Nikon D50, Aperture 1.5, Photoshop CS 2

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picasowannabe

Dec 30, 2003

HAHA

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picasowannabe

Dec 12, 2003

Day 2

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Ok so i kinda missed yesterday, oops good start eh? The grey uncarved pillars of my life, Have become cracked and broken with time, Time spend waiting, Time alone, Wasted hours, turning to wasted days And the ever passing sands that choke the life from me. These cracked pillars These aging hands, And a face that tells a story. This is my Life.

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picasowannabe

Dec 10, 2003

Day 1

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Ok here goes I'm aiming to write one poem every day as a practice excercise. Thats 10 mins a day and this is where its gonna be. A silent glance in a crowded room As the threat of forever gently looms Acidic words like gentle solitude As I am left alone. I feel the walls close in, but you move away, Sometimes I just want to end it all today Call a halt to the games we play and the way that I feel When I cant hold you in my arms. I hate having you but not the way I need, I know love is not about my selfish greed, So please forgive me.