WHAT!?I hope it isn't anything serious. Geez, it's 7 fucking 10 in the morning. I got no sleep last night, and I have a killer headache like I went out drinking or something. And in reality I didn't do anything yesterday, lol. Well...I'll write soon.
There's No Window To This SoulNothing seems real. All a daze, they come and go. There's no time, it's just day and night. Not knowing when to return, not knowing when to rest. I calmly climb into a slumber. Tossing and turning. Before you know it, it's time to wake. Ready to do it all over again. Smiles drawn on pieces of paper. Then glued to the pedestrians face. Wake up, and put on a happy face. And realize that it's fake. Your ads, your jingles. It's restless. 3 days. And you still can't rest... Nausea. 2 days in a row. Nosebleeds. &nThere's No Window To This Soul
I've found her. Again...Tonight I pour my heart to you. The crmson red story tells all. For you to see, I just want you to know. That I'll always be here. Now, and for every tomorrow. Gripped tightly. As tight as possible. Your hugs always mean the most. I miss your near perfect eyes. The gems I hold so dearly. So proud.. Proud that I've someone who reminds me what I am supposed to be. Proud that someone can smack me in the face, and tell me I'm not who I am. Which I've been having trouble finding out lately. Who am I? Will this search last long? Will I fI've found her. Again...
An Esoteric EpicAccepted this day. Marked in time, engraved. I remember it as though it happened ten minutes ago. I remember it through everything. That bag tightly wrapped in your hands. As you gathered your belongings and opened that door. I've never seen the sun shine so bright in my life. The day you left, it was almost blinding as I caught your silhouette in the radiance. You took one glance back at me, and walked out. And even though it was nighttime, the sun was still out to torment me and blind me. To ruin my one last glance at what was to come. The sun and the moon battled. The sun, wAn Esoteric Epic
SilentiumRed streaks of reality dripping down the mirror. My reflection shows no image. My voice, being vacant as of late. Scratchy, pathetic, and miniscule. I'm sorry, but I'm disappointed in you. I'm sorry, I'm captivated by the words you speak. Hanging on to every "G" and screaming for the silence to arrive after every "I" Such silence I've sought for years. Only to achieve hallways with stereos blaring. Never will this come to an end. I'm letting my thoughts take shape. It's forming a gun. This one with my name on it. The feeling of the cold, cold steel running down from my chSilentium
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Priya
~ I come with my own theme song.. ~
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Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.
Go figure.
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go check out my poems on my other site, ~ShadowsOfSoliloquy!
Keep it real
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Trauma is sexy.
It was him and another guy, matteo, who founded this site. Another guy (spyed) who works for the company, and has always handled the commercial aspect of the site, booted jark and proclaimed himself CEO. Jark was and is the founder of the site, and has the best thing in mind for the future of the site, but it appears that someone who cares more about what kind of money this site can make is now at the reigns, and is not speaking up about it. Or at least not telling the truth.
I took my gallery down as part of it, but, actually, I'm putting it back up. I figure you can speak better with a tongue.
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Burn those men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun;
And kill the athiests who can only make their tears with thumbscrews.
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Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.
Go figure.
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go check out my poems on my other site, ~ShadowsOfSoliloquy!
now i can harrass you!
haha, only cuz i love you. <3
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Charlie Chaplin once won third prize in a Charlie Chaplin look-alike contest.
Go figure.
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go check out my poems on my other site, ~ShadowsOfSoliloquy!
hope all is well with you
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Yes you are stupid
It's been a while. time to spam!
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Burn those men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun;
And kill the athiests who can only make their tears with thumbscrews.
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Burn those men of science who would trivialize the collapse of a sun;
And kill the athiests who can only make their tears with thumbscrews.
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