EvergreenInsane, and slightly okay. Only green....
mostly forgotten.
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I adore your fascination.In the moments when "what" becomes "if", thought becomes "more than". Tentative decision making revisions, visions. Etcetera. Deep! Buttons left to die overnight, only soften. A moon helps, shines and acts like a catalyst. Only softer. Spending only the necessary amount of energy, to be or to not, soft? The orange worms' grass may bring more people. Sewn into countless articles of clothing, the grass. And maybe, just maybe it will bring people closest to the ground they thread carelessly. Too many excuses internally set on some emotion. This can and will most likely influence blue skies that inspire poets to remember "why".I adore your fascination.
by ~GFYSyou
Grey.This is the day that ended all days that seemed to not end that constantly fought to stay that I really love that can bring me to tears that collect over years that are never really there. These years are made of paper-thin thoughts, thoughts of what years are supposed to be. These years appear to change. In a collective they exist.Grey.
25 25 25 25 25 The fans on the ceiling.
The fans on the ceiling that remind me of scuffles that more than ever will kill me that more than ever destroy me.
This is the day that ended all days.
And that is the identity of words that cannot show themselves. &
by ~GFYSyou
The mornings of a sun, morningIt was just another day. Traffic jam at 7. at 8. at 9. and maybe every other hour. The parking lot was almost completely full, thankfully people are leaving, constantly.The mornings of a sun, morning
Time goes by at its own pace. Relative, very possibly relative to our own pace. At some point in life I'll start believing time doesn't exist, like that pretty boy once told me. But I'd still think moments are fleeting, disappearing and appearing quickly. Never repeating themselves. Not very hard to come by. But, I don't seem to want to get involved in too many moments.
I sit and wait for the moment to think in a room with people about things t
by ~GFYSyou
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ShockShe's on the pavement now, her head is cracked like an egg and her brains are sprayed across three lanes, mushed to a fine pulp like some godawful omelete. Her arms are bent the wrong way, her torso is opened like a book, ribs bake in the sun and intestines hang out of a torn abdomen. It shouldn't have ended for her. She was Kathy Spanderburg. She was 40 years old. She was a high school math teacher. She went for a jog, he had grabbed her into to the car, he said she was a hostage and that she better fuckin' do what he said. She didn't know where or why she was driving; the cold steel barrel of a Magnum against her temple her only incentive tShock
by ~Thor-Varg
PrajnaAll intelligent thoughts have been thought of I'm afraid What is necessary for authenticity Is to think over and over again Without heat Adjustment Suppression of pain Till they take root in the experience Of inadequacy and shamePrajna
by ~The-Wonderer
ReleaseOh my god, Are you sure you're ready? Yes?Release
Okay then.
What do you want me to do? I can do that. How does it feel? Good...I hope so. Are you sure?
Let me change your mind. Maybe? Not good enough. Let me do this. Now? Okay, I'll wait. Shit. Why won't they leave us alone. Well, now it makes sense, we can't be trusted. Oh my god...they're perfect. Just like I knew they would be. Can I...? Yes? Thank god. Oh...so right... Let's go upstairs. Sit down. Thank you. Make her leave. She's gone. Do it ag
by ~UnintendedBlissSB
Bring Science to Her Knees But what, indeed. A gilded mesh you have woven with your robbery, thefts picked tenderly through literature's fineries. Bring your spoils to the craftsman and mend and bend a dress of mail to wear over your soft and tender poet's heart. Vagrant, you cowards know what a sword doth make the inky pen, the blotting singing lark. Writer, you know what chaos and murder your wretched pen will start, and yet you must speak. You must write your truths, knowing they will be the match to burn pyres of living things.Bring Science to Her Knees
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by ~MadHadder666
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- Current Residence: Puerto Rico.
- Interests: Everything.
- Favourite movie: Trainspotting. The Yellow Submarine.
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles, The Killers, Interpol, Babasonicos
- Favourite genre of music: Rock or whatever i feel like listening to.
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare. Virgil. Dante.
- MP3 player of choice: Zune
- Wallpaper of choice: My cat
- Skin of choice: cinnamon
- Personal Quote: Insomnia means to dream without having to sleep.
- Tools of the Trade: black markers, pens, napkins, my hands, camera whatever else i find
- Email: Nicky_star_13@hotmail.com
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"O, that this too too solid flesh would melt,
Thaw, and resolve itself into a dew."
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I\'m everything that burns in you...
I'd have to get some game cards while I'm in NJ during the summer but you will join us...
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"I am, Boredaucity man!
Here to suck out ur entertainment value and replace it with your avarage run of the mill experiences!" -Matt
I have far better things to do.
Like....sleep.
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~Tiny little spiders visit at the store.
Where are you? Buying fruit?
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“…because politics is for people who can't kill you by looking at you.” -Ithram
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"I am, Boredaucity man!
Here to suck out ur entertainment value and replace it with your avarage run of the mill experiences!" -Matt
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~KW-stock
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I couldn't take my eyes off her, but that's not what I took off that night.
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We don't need your democracy.
Execute them kindly for me.
Take them by their filthy nostrils
Put them up in doggy hostels.
We don't need your hypocrisy
Execute real democracy.
Post-industrial society
The unthinking majority
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