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River StormCut me, cut me, bleed me to the bone leave me dying here, leave me here alone.River Storm
Sing me a river, a river red, red with my own deceit, flowing with the dead.
Compose me that ocean, raging raging raging the storm, the emotion.
That storm, fly fly fly away, on the wings, the wings of that rage.
The air the ocean the water the sky, hate and rage and love and lust, we all just do what we must..
by ~WinterFireStorm
Talking In Quieteyes turned into walls instead of windows frozen panes of glass fogged with the breath that comes and goes faster faster faster stopping painfullyTalking In Quiet
pain filled looks slash through the heart beating will stop alongside the air in your lungs that escaped so excrutiatingly
faster slower all the same thing cold glass breaks easier cracks in the frost leading showing the ingrained weaknesses
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my mind stops so frequently I can't even find the tracks
by ~WinterFireStorm
The TreeTwenty-four, twenty-four, who knew time could be such a whore..The Tree
Unlined and unfitted, redesigned and unsubmitted, strewn accross my floor, the toys and rags, reaching, reaching, reaching, for the door.
Attempt to escape, this madhouse we are in, the widows all covered in drape, the walls, screaming, screaming, screaming, rape.
Aren't we all just soaked in sin?
As I push my needles and pins into the drawers and bins I drew against the stark white and it all, did you see her fall,
by ~WinterFireStorm
Random OptimismBaby, baby, baby, relax and enjoy, this life is for the living, we're meant to be giving, receiving, and forgiving.Random Optimism
Why act like you're dead, when we're only meant to be alive instead?
You know we only live to die, so why, why, why?
Would you prefer to step through that door, to look on that opposite shore?
Why not just embrace, the island we're stuck on today and tomorrow and every day after, filled and filled and filled with every joy and sorrow, every cry and shock
by ~WinterFireStorm
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Autumn's SongAutumn’s Song.Autumn's Song
Born in the autumn time, The windy month of May, The time when all the faeries, Fly down to earth and play!
They leave all their hiding spots, And mossy shaded places, To join in all the dancing, And almond sack races!
Nymphs and sprites, And butterflies roam, As the stiches of the snowflakes, Are very finely sewn.
But before they stay too long, We shall hear their final cheer, ‘We’ll see each other next time, The autumn time next year!’
by ~theblackwillow
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- Current Residence: Maui
- Interests: Hanging out with my best friend Sheila.
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge
- Favourite band or musician: Ani Difranco, NoFX.
- Favourite genre of music: Basically everything. Except cajun.
- Favourite poet or writer: Francessca Lia Block
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The best I can say is nothing,
and I've always thought you were my favorite form of mutilation..
~Suge
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Dying is an art. - Sylvia Plath
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The best I can say is nothing,
and I've always thought you were my favorite form of mutilation..
~Suge
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"What do you do in detention?" Jason
"Well you sit in class, and well, that's about it" Brendon
"Oh, so it's like therapy" Jason
- Home Movies
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The best I can say is nothing,
and I've always thought you were my favorite form of mutilation..
~Suge
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"What do you do in detention?" Jason
"Well you sit in class, and well, that's about it" Brendon
"Oh, so it's like therapy" Jason
- Home Movies
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"What do you do in detention?" Jason
"Well you sit in class, and well, that's about it" Brendon
"Oh, so it's like therapy" Jason
- Home Movies
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In the place where long grass opens, the girl who waited to be loved and cry shame erupts into her separate parts, to make it easy for the chewing laughter to swallow her away.
-Beloved, Toni Morrison
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