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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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 Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:29 pm
A random poem:
The darkest day is never deeper than the despair of a tortured soul,
The might of each man has its limit, and that shall fall away,
The press of the whip, the hope of tomorrow, the sound of the end,
Never to hold any dreams, beyond his own screams.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:32 pm
Nice. Angsty too kinda...and we all know my love of angst.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:35 pm
I wrote a poem I'll have to find. I called is Shadows and Dreams. about being in love with someone you'll never be able to physically be with.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:37 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:38 pm
I write lots of poems,
They are never titled.
I write poems because my words never seem to succeed,
Unless I am singing them onto the page to fill the void that once,
Dominated an empty page.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 6:39 pm
That post of mine didnt happen.
Not yet at least.
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 7:58 pm
Anyway, I'm out guys. I have to actually sleep for school. Night.
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Fractured Moonlight Captain
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2005 8:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 12:28 am
Picking fights with little girls?
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:07 am
Cym, you have 15 minutes, I am tired, and shall go to bed if you don't post by then.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:21 am
post is up. I think that went rather nicely.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 3:26 am
Yeah, it did now to sleep I go.
Sorry, I kinda stopped stayuing up later than midnight this school year...
Kinda liek 8 hours of sleep.
See you later Cym.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2005 12:30 pm
May the slings and arrows of outrageous misfortune pass us by,
And let our lax bodies fall from the ever present gaze,
Of that which haunts us most.
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