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Piano SongThe soft rustle of a complacent sonata unfolds paper dolls Echoing gently through my childlike naivetyPiano Song
Adolescence, composed of idealistic desires Ties me to the coarse melodies of a passionate concerto Powerful and ferocious, worldly yet surreal Ocean waves thrash, churn in the moonlit waters As the rough edges of the paper dolls meet the froth They crumble and bend twisting to the harmony Their sweet sensuous tugs tear the strings of my heart The starlit waltz rips apart my simplistic soul Drained, the cutouts bear my humanity off into the night
by ~xindustrialskies
RavensSomeone once told me they weren’t ravens, the charcoal birds that sat in the trees and on the neighboring rooftops. They told me they were only crows. Crows possessing sinister beady black eyes and glossy ebony feathers not hideous by any means. Crows, so abnormally large that, when standing next to them, their heads would reach my knees. Crows that gathered in the small grassy area across from my westward room screeching with their melancholic calls, peaking and scratching at the dead earth. Crows that would stare through my window always vigilant. To me they were ravens, enormous dark birds with ominous features. They guardRavens
by ~xindustrialskies
Metal DollsThey looked like gigantic metal dolls with cage like skirts The wires that hung from their arms stretched in a long line down the dirt roadMetal Dolls
connecting them like paper cutouts Their slender legs were planted firmly in fields of gold If they willed it, I was sure they would be able to tear their beams forth From the ground and walk forward into the rustic world Close to the twilight the dolls would burn in a bright orange reflecting the waning rays of the sun I watched as their large frames would stand blazing all the while casting shadowy webs over the fields The wheat wo
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SickMy chest collapses from the insurmountable pressure Caused by atmospheric moistness confined within the room My lungs struggle to reach full capacity In the end, hindered by the stifling heat I lay motionless like a placid cadaver Smiling upon it’s gruesome resting place Torn apart by sickness and depression My shell lies empty upon the powdery blue sheets The medicine fails to stifle the pain Caused by my malady A new throbbing sensation allies with my somnolent state I visualized maggots devouring my intestines Feasting upon the decaying flesh my body disregarded &Sick
by ~xindustrialskies
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- Current Residence: Omaha
- Interests: I'm interested in things that are out of this world or can send me into a craze.
- Favourite movie: Kiss Kiss Bang Bang
- Favourite band or musician: Muse
- Favourite genre of music: Post-hardcore Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Walt Whitman
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Devil May Cry
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria
- Personal Quote: I like to pull things out of the weirdest regions of my imagination. Ironically, people love it.
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- Email: xindustrialskies@aim.com
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omg Linkin Park sounds sooo awesomely fun! i hope u have/had an amazing time!!
on more depressing news though, i'm probably not gonna be at school tomorrow : [
but i'm going to try to talk to u all as soon as i can and give the heads up about everything (that phrase is so strange. . . especially in print, but o well! lol)
anywayy ummm yeah, i guess that's about all for now. . . lyl!
<3Nikki
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.: so i think i maybe sorta like you kinda more than i had originally planned :.
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Each bright red leaf has a bright red memory.
- Donna Stonecipher
yea u're probably right, but still it sounded super fun haha
anywayy, i seriously need to work on my stupid license, don't i? gahh yeaa now time for the convincing my mother-dearest lmao
we really do need to hang out again soon tho! start planning the scheme of escape! haha
<3
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.: so i think i maybe sorta like you kinda more than i had originally planned :.
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"A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer." -Joseph Addison
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I am not asleep...only dreaming.
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I am not asleep...only dreaming.
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"A misery is not to be measured from the nature of the evil, but from the temper of the sufferer." -Joseph Addison
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I am not asleep...only dreaming.
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