March 2011
8 posts
Finally a kindred spirit
Dara who are you
Mar 11th
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Searching
Stored on my breath is a whisper of words lost within stuck in a throat left to fetter and Rot while I wish for something stored in stars and left by people of worth, but my stomach tells me in the spitous muck pushed up that those words will never be said, again or past those word reflect an age long search no one truly completes, the words? Of course… I love you
Mar 10th
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When I look for your eyes and all I see is hate pieces of me are detached while others burn in a seething rage Lives fly by and gun blasts try while my body writhes
Mar 10th
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Lonely is how are heart shouldn’t be lonely is how the world treats me always looking for another always seeking to be togeather simply hating this horrible feeling watching ponderously as we seem to lose every piece of ourselves looking for the awnser we are seeking
Mar 9th
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Hazmat
They’re picking up the pieces, they don’t know why, they don’t have a choice, there’s nothing left to save. They’ll find the answer to their questions in a pile, smoldering wreckage of the life I once had. Love loss, tear me up, see the world through my eyes, looks a these broken slices what do you see? What do you need? when will you be free? when will you be...
Mar 9th
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If you could see
If you could see me now what could you say? you could say I’m broken you could say I am fixated You could say I need to remember Remember the reason why you feel that way But what could I say about that fermented smile I’m jealous that’s what it is what should I say I should say you made a mistake I should say you need to stop I should say everything thats right But I am...
Mar 9th
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When
When is the time to see the rest of the way on our path we need to believe and be wrong and see our hope on the other side as it fades away! Then in a test of fate we will follow, we will follow for sight of yesterday the sight of yesterday even though it still fades away
Mar 8th
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Pressure
Friends lie and Skies can fall The Earth dies and Wind still calls Yet we keep our pace we do not falter While we hesitate the chance is left to altar No way left to fate the pressure folds our minds crush this, is disappointment at its best Yet the sun keeps shining the worlds still turning we stop running and life goes on the wind blows and the skies fall
Mar 8th