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I think im lost...what do i say?I think im lost...
what can i say?
simply, im anxious. i used to know what would happen tomorrow. but now i dont even know whats gonna happen after i write this sentence. and my whole life is consumed by these questions now. i cant work, i cant sleep, i cant eat, i cant breathe, i can barely look at this screen. whats happening to me?
i guess what i would really like now is safety. safety in that i knew what i would have to do tomorrow. reassurance i guess is a better wo
by ~YourSharpestWords
Snakes and DogsThat they can call themselves men, makes churn the entire of my entrails, and fuels the now Phyrric fires of my rage, and causes my hand and heart some sorrow to part with a devouring blade,Snakes and Dogs
oh, in the blade could be the cutting, in the blade would be the laughing, in the blade should be the culling,
Like they say, there is good in everyone, but some won't let the good out, so i'll force it through the flayed skin, and soak myself in the warmth of their goodness, the red of life will finally b
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The Ocean?The morphing an ever-developing tide; wherefore they presume they can capture it in but one name? Every season, every era, are all unique to the proceeding;The Ocean?
yet they want consistancy, a rock,
a castle, the 'eternal' ocean; Immortality.
However, even thyself, the ocean, am changing. With every zephyr, every lunar circuit, every volumnessly violent circulonimbus, assembles me anew than 'gainst. Therefore names mean nothing. I never was the ocean and never will be.
I am nothing but everything.
What of me? they say. Every flicker
of l
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Sitting BackwardOrli lit up. The smoke in his lungs burned, and he enjoyed it as he washed the dryness down with a swig of whiskey. He hadn’t had a rough enough day to warrant the need for alcohol, but the other man, he knew Orli wouldn’t open up without it. Except to her, that is.Sitting Backward
Gnarled trees stretched down greedy branches, jerking in the wind, signaling the end of the light of summer. This night, the wind was warm, and blew strong around Orli and the man in the long coat as they hunched on a curb, looking out over the empty parking lot, passing the whiskey bottle between them.
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Survival Of The“How tall do you think that tree is?”Survival Of The
He stopped dragging and, squinting, wrenched his neck around to look at what she was pointing at. “Oh, I don’t know… two-hundred feet?”
“That’s a big fuckin’ tree.”
He stooped to pick up his load again, but looked up at her with his dashing smile, the one that he used to remind her how grateful he was to have her around. She returned it, satisfied, and took up her end to help him along. He kept insisting he could handle it, and she knew he could, but she refused to be useless. Together, they grun
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- Current Residence: Adelaide, Australia
- Interests: Your mother
- Favourite movie: Donnie Darko, Silence of the Lambs, Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: The number 12 looks like you, the fall of troy, circle takes the square, from first to last(heroine)
- Favourite genre of music: Experimental!!!/hardcore/jazz/progressive
- Personal Quote: Without chaos, we cannot have perfection.
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It's always good to find more poets ^^
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Life has it's ways
if you go with it
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good work btw.
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Life has it's ways
if you go with it
it inevitably takes you where you were going anyway. ~adwa
See you around my friend...
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Lord over the damned....
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