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Speed of a Crazy MindSpeed of a Crazy MindSpeed of a Crazy Mind
stuck in the mud, wheels spinning faster than the road allows, breaking the machs, going nowhere.
table? on its side. upside down legs up legsintheair deadspider. carcass. folding chairs scattered around the table occupants stunned brain that is me gone. tornado. cornfields of kansas swath shock clear eye of the storm wondering why the corn is gone and why the h*** the sky is so dark
you cant get how fast my mind is turning, running circles, cat chasing tail as the mouse watches, tom hits
by ~nessat
EllipsisEllipsisEllipsis
Holy trinity of dots periods the end of something faith crushed flat by the weight of love and life and dead love
Why wont it be a triangle again? Why is it still flat? Why can't I fix it?
It is already fixed And I am too blind I cannot love on this earth But I am loved And am too blind too see it
by ~nessat
The Dagger Of SaltThe Dagger of SaltThe Dagger Of Salt
The pain, my flesh, ripped open.
The salt, the wound, it stings.
The blood, the sweat, the tears I shed.
The pain, the love, the fear I felt.
Will you die? Will you do something permanent for something temporary?
Or will you live? Live scared? Live scarred?
Or will you lash out. At me. With a dagger of salt.
I was a friend. A close friend. A best friend.
When darkness came, I was there. When the light
by ~nessat
This Crazy Game...This Crazy Game...This Crazy Game...
Knowing all, knowing none, playing a game that can't be won. Playing a game with hidden rules, playing the game of high school.
Tempting fate, endless stress, Seeking only simple rest. Like eating an unknown toadstool, this crazy game of high school.
Like a hatchling, the student waits; A hatchling dragon not taking the bait. Playing the game, but not the fool, in this crazy game of high school.
Why can nothing ever make sense? Can anything truly recompense for those who have suffered, both sage and f
by ~nessat
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Our SunflowersI nurtured them from seeds. Experiment turned into loving. I trusted sun to warm them And cursed myself for not remembering to water. As they matured, I held my breath in wonder Whenever winds wound up to howl, I worried for their stems and prayed they would not brake, yet still,Our Sunflowers
Our sunflowers have wilted. Connection with the soil cut down to roots, Erased from field of now lonely grass, Their brightness stays with me. Like trail of sadness behind my smile, Their yellow sounds of goodbyes follow my footsteps For even though they met the end The mother'
by ~lily3
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- Interests: Writing
- Favourite movie: Golden Compass
- Favourite band or musician: Linkin Park
- Favourite poet or writer: J.K. Rowling
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy (any) or HALO 2!!!!
- Favourite cartoon character: Tom, Jerry, or Scooby Doo.
- Personal Quote: "Pick spot. Shut up. Wait."
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"Nothing says 'Condolences on the loss of your uncle,' like a ninja death squad in the night."
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Sail away where no ball and chain can keep us from the roaring waves, together undivided but forever we'll be free. Sail away aboard our rig, the moon is full and so are we. We're seven drunken pirates, we're the seven deadly sins.
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Maybe I've been here before, I know this room, I've walked this floor, it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah.
Rufus Wainright, "Hallelujah"
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IF YOU WERE DEAD OR STILL ALIVE..I DON'T CARE! I DON'T CARE!
AND ALL THE THINGS YOU LEFT BEHIND..I DONT' CARE! I DON'T CARE!-I don't care (Apocalyptica)
Greetings, Earthlings! *poke*
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