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Good Morning Day... by SkeletalWings Good Morning Day... :iconskeletalwings:SkeletalWings 67 117
Literature
I Wish
Sometimes dreaming
                I wish
That this pain was fake
                Keep breathing my angel
The current tide of the storm
These foolish games they play
Its taking its toll
                Reach out, call for me
Numbness consumes my insides
The conviction hardly ever notice
                I wish
More so, no hopes
Dreams trampled on
                You're stronger than they are
I feel so alone
House filled with people
My name they call
                Do I even care?
                I wish
                But you do
A void of existence, like some
                Though I feel nothing
Hot tears stream down my face
                I wish I was dead
                Those moments are brutal
Polish stone, guidance bestowed
I wish
I pray
No longer wanting
I feel the withdrawal
                Believe
Knowing as much I consider
Those helping heats pushing me along
                I wish
Just for once
                My pain
Could no longe
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Brianne Ambigredux2 by Jujitzamu Brianne Ambigredux2 :iconjujitzamu:Jujitzamu 1 1
Literature
Never Learnt to Dance.
To every broken heart in here,
A toast!
To the cast-offs,
Our Hopes
Our Fears.
Hearts have fallen,
Where angels fear to tread,
On this battlefield of passion,
Our Dying
Our Dead.
Now the war is won and lost,
The deathly fog hangs in the air
The same old walls stand tall and fast,
Love conquers all,
Fear holds it back.
Minutes before,
Two souls dance solo,
Shining through this world war-torn,
They ne'er touch,
But dance till dawn.
When souls are spent,
The dance is done,
Bodies bruised and bent.
Sun rises on crimson fields,
Dancers dead yet one soul kneels
On the grave from which they came.
Stone's last line,
"R.I.P. To love's charade."
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Literature
Fallen Angel
Fallen Angel
Crawling in my forlorn appearance
I hide my soul behind these tattered wings
Tattered and broken as they are
Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood.
In quiet despair upon the cold earth
Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees
And clutched timidly between my fingers
Rests one last jewel of Hope.
A single unblemished plume plucked
From the silver light of dawn
A feathered ray of light from beyond
To illuminate the void that has me bound.
This precious barb of silk
Once lost as I was and forgotten
Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss
To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss.
So now I fade away…
My tender flesh removed
My shattered wings released
My inner light unsheathed… escapes.
(c)2004 Joseph Palladino
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Literature
Broken
There's a light at the end of the tunnel
But is there a light in my hand shining?
I wish there were a light to guide me
So I wouldn't end up tripping everyday
My knees bloodied with constant falls
And there's nothing to stop the bleeding
Nothing around to ease the pain, but
Pushing on never helped it, I guess
I wear down my hands from picking up
Myself, full of dirt and grime of what had
Tripped me, the same hands that are
Holding my life in a distorted balance
My eyes are weary, though they see
Clearly, they are strained with the false
Hopes and visions of things naught to be
What would the darkness allow me to view?
A mirror, my size and standing majestically
Straight, I look in it and see myself only
Brighter and cleaner, but when I catch it
The mirror leaves sight, fooling me again
Is hope fake? Is love fake? Am I a
Hypocrite for asking such things? Maybe
I am, and maybe my past hopes and future
Wishes are faded now, as I stand here
Broken.
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Literature
mask.
MASK December 12, 2004 12:16am
Passing thoughts of mind
The blood of feel
And dreaming dreams
Keeps this world real
A distant past
I'd like to think
Is a past familiar
An unknown name
'Mag'nation vast
Our ship will sink
Reversed time peculiar
'Twill end up the same
Futile efforts
To save a place
Throw away all the symbols
Saving a race
Abandoned conclusions
For future chosen
The blood of the old
Is black and frozen
Actions were callen
Fail not again
For the blood of the fallen
Enacts now this sin
And so death is forever
Fiery cold
Smoldering ice
Modestly bold
And buoyantly sinking
To openly conceal
These dying lives
Artificially real
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Literature
eternal prisoner.
ETERNAL PRISONER OF A ONE SIDED LOVE (June 5, 2004)
I'm hiding behind a one sided mirror
I can see you but you don't know I'm here
I've been watching your every move
I just can't believe how hard you've
Tried to pretend I wasn't there
Just to get me out of your hair
I got your message, I won't return
I'll take this experience and use it to learn
That I mean nothing at all to the world
I'm sure you wish that I was just hurled
Off this overcrowded sphere
'Cause no one wants me to stay here
It's okay that you
Think this way
You're probably right
I'll get out of your sight
Take flight
I'll give you your wish
And disappear
I'll leave this place
Though my love was sincere
Now I'll protect you from heaven above
I'll protect you with my spirit's glove
And although you thought you hated me
From my grasp of guilt you'll never be free
An eternal prisoner
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Literature
Broken, Heart-shaped Mirror
What is this confusion?
These two reflective, clashing
pieces of mirror, so forced together
As if to mock my heart's Love
Two polar opposites
But does even the friendly one,
truly know me?
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Eucatastrophe by HOON
Mature content
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flamingthots by munkiehartbanana flamingthots :iconmunkiehartbanana:munkiehartbanana 1 14
Mature content
Misplaced Suicide :iconspicelives:Spicelives 23 51
Literature
minority
every time i look into your eyes
you dont stare back at me
are you too scared to see my affection?
every time i try to tell people
i'm not going to be who they think i am
they dont listen to a word i say
am i too quiet to hear?
every time i try to find love
and try to find a place for me to be myself
something crumbles my serenity...
is this world too weak to stand alone?
i dislike love, yet i refuse to be rejected
i hate pain, yet these needles befriend me
i despise the way i look
yet i continuousely take a picture of myself
and i always look into the mirror...
where do i fit in? where do i fit in?
why is it so hard for people to see
there's a deeper side of me
something more compassionate
yet not so weak that i act like everyone wants
why is it so hard to understand...
love isnt a game, life isnt a doll
and pain isnt a weakness...
i am the minority
and that's the way it will always be...
would anyone like to join me?
would anyone like to join me?
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Eye of a nature.... by KPEKEP Eye of a nature.... :iconkpekep:KPEKEP 139 135 +s.o.o.t.h+ by HOON +s.o.o.t.h+ :iconhoon:HOON 10,481 1,192
Literature
Fumbling, foolish sentiment
'To love her still…only makes me love her more,'
So once said a man in love. My thoughts echo his words,
While my whimsical tongue is lost to emulate them.
Maybe 'tis magical, surely 'tis spiritual,
definitely 'tis divine, That I know you as my friend,
and hold you in my heart.
So my dearest friend, do not feel forgotten,
When all around is fading fast. Time is moving,
All is changing, but one thing remains.
My love for you, all my caring,
All my compassion, all I have to give for you.
From all my fumbling, foolish sentiment,
Take away these words: You are never alone,
And to love you still…only makes me love you more.
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Brianne
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United States
Current Residence: T-Town
Favourite genre of music: Pop, Rock
Favourite photographer: ashley
Favourite style of art: photography
MP3 player of choice: Ipod nano
Wallpaper of choice: something with emotion
Favourite cartoon character: Tinkerbell
Personal Quote: triple chinese takedown. -the infamous 3
Interests
wow, it's been a long time since I've been on here. I haven't decided whether or not I'm going to start posting stuff again but we'll see. I hope everyone has been working hard. :D
  • Listening to: Linkin Park
  • Reading: Language Development
  • Watching: Dollhouse

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SkeletalWings Featured By Owner Jun 20, 2005
Hey! =D Thanks so much for the stalk!! ^^ I'll stalk you back. :hug:
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lilmissbloodfetish Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2005  Hobbyist Interface Designer
*attacks*
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Hamish-Ferret Featured By Owner Mar 3, 2005
teehee, I did figure it out - you're 17! =D =P
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dreamermystic Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2005   Writer
YES!!! lol go you!!! haha
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max-ambrose Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2005
why have those poems you've losaded, it says you loaded them like ages ago, only there appearing in my inbox now, y is this?
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dreamermystic Featured By Owner Feb 21, 2005   Writer
umm idk... lol i put my poetry thumb thing ~Jujitzamu made for me on my poems... maybe thats why?
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max-ambrose Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2005
ah ok then
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