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At the Mercy of the TidesThe water rolls like mountains formingAt the Mercy of the Tides
And reforming over elapsed time Until it crashes to a white foam With every new rhythm and rhyme
It gently urges me in its wake And sways me to its lullaby I drifted to somber tune
As I bounce from low to high
The wind is cool while the sun warm The noise is hollow in my ears And the churning green and grays beneath me Restore my living fears
The a gray scope masks the sky Like it is at a mascara ball
Like it has something devious to hide From these breezy days of fall
I gaze upo
by ~get2knowmyworld
Nightmare LandIn the streets filled with summer heat children play around But no one knows what on goes deep beneath the ground Where bugs creep under a heap of dirt filled with worms Down in here even ghosts fear and monster begin to squirmNightmare Land
In my dreams it does seem my mind travels down there Shadows dance at a glance that causes me to stare Demons sing with a ring making my pulse go fast Until I shake myself awake and see the light atlas
I am detached yet still latched as in most dreams are But somehow I feel this is real and different by far If there is where I live I would give a
by ~get2knowmyworld
Suicide Notes From a MurdererWhen we are young, some things seem obvious to us. We are sure of silly little things. Things like elephants are afraid of mice, mice love cheese, cats kill mice, and dogs kill cats… So many things are obvious. Other things obvious to us are right from wrong and how we are probably never going to commit anything above a venial sin. We will never steal, we will never cheat, we will never do drugs, and we will never murder…Stop. There it is. We will never murder. For, you see, as we grow into our adolescents, things begin to fade. MaybeSuicide Notes From a Murderer
by ~get2knowmyworld
The Days of No GloryThese are the days of gloom and no glory This is turning to a very dull story And I wish I could try to help my tomorrow But I am already drenched in my sorrowThe Days of No Glory
The story of a king without any crown His expression was smug and turned in a frown Not a soul obey the king with no show And his might and majesty sinking low
These are the days that our luck is grim And every move we make is out on a limb And it's hopeless to dream, hopeless to seek And our tomorrows are looking quiet bleak
The girl in the tower never to know Her knowledge cannot
by ~get2knowmyworld
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Adventures To SeaThe branches and bark, oh woe Crying and creaking as the wind blows, I am up in the trees, one with these I am a person, not one of the trees, "Look up past the wind, the branches, the people, Past the old church and it's mighty steeple What lays out there, in the ocean blue Is the start of something new, for me and for you We gathered our belongings, flying away by the wind We easily left; we had no other friends or kin Down the streets, one or a million steps Off into the oceans we are swept There is no tomorrow, and now no more today Hopefully where we go next weAdventures To Sea
by ~Violent-Contractions
Into the Blue...I can feel my heart beating but the pulsing sound it makes subtly in my chest is getting slower.Into the Blue...
In this chaotic ocean I believe I am
drowning; I can see the happy bubbles floating above me, continuously going up with the glint of my
final sunset. It burns the color of flames. Never ceasing, even as I
descend deeper into darkness.
by ~Lioness-Lindsey
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- Interests: music, mystery, the ocean, space, zombies, aliens, the end of the world, faith, writing, science
- Favourite movie: Rocky Horror Picture Show
- Favourite band or musician: TheHushSound, Misfits, TheHorrors, TheColdWarKids, Panic!atthedisco, DeathCabforcutie, andsomuchmore
- Favourite genre of music: alternetive/indie/rock/punl/techno
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- Favourite style of art: serlism
- MP3 player of choice: ipod nano chromatic
- Favourite game: the sims 2/3
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii or PC
- Favourite cartoon character: the joker in the batman shows
- Personal Quote: Do those who cling to life, ever really live?
- Tools of the Trade: my own will
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- Nov 19, 2009 I hate him, I hate him not.
- Nov 17, 2009 THE GREAT EXPOLTION OF '09
- Nov 12, 2009 Lightening
- Nov 12, 2009 Strictly Music
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- Nov 6, 2009 Me
- Nov 3, 2009 False Advertising
- Nov 2, 2009 that sexuality thing
- Oct 31, 2009 ZOMBIE DAY
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- Oct 11, 2009 Strange One
- Oct 7, 2009 Bore Score
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