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Posted: Mon Apr 09, 2007 2:43 pm
In the darkness and solitude of night I cry, our story is the pages of a book, an intricate pattern of suspense and romance, only I've read it ten thousand times, I know what will happen. I will not be saved by you, you will be the death of me. You won't come back when you leave, you'll shatter my heart. You won't kiss me for my first time, you'd rather kiss others in front of me. My heart is torn in two trying to deal with you, trying the pain of letting you go. Maybe I just can't move on... Maybe I just can't move on... This is dedicated to my friend Kadberry, having her heart broken for the third time now...
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Posted: Mon Apr 23, 2007 4:41 pm
You wanna know why?!
I was rejected And Deflected Now it’s only expected for me to be this way
What the ******** do you expect now? You didn’t think that I’d stay the same did you? No such luck honey, not after what you did to me
My life was synthetic They were just pathetic lies Now my heart is prosthetic thanks to my sweet demise
No sweetie I’m not the same, can’t you see? My life is different from what it used to be I’m not the girl you used to know who was sweet and drank tea (oh I’m so far from that babe)
Oh you were bold when you lied got me to mold my heart into something twisted had me sold that you would be mine
Oh God I was stupid to think you wouldn't lie to my face Now I’m all over the place trying to find a replacement Now my heart is fallen from grace since I saw you stab me in the back
You destroyed the girl you first knew, she’s a mere shadow that flits across this dark girl’s face every once in a while Are you proud? You changed something alright, you changed a girl’s path to joy into one of hell
Go on be proud
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Posted: Mon Apr 30, 2007 10:29 am
Crystal~Lily~Of~InkWell
THAT IS VERY INTERESTING. I LIKE IT VERY MUCH SO.
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Posted: Thu May 03, 2007 4:41 pm
"To Be or: The Field Where I Died"
I was lying in a field, surrounded by wheat like jutting lances waging war against the sky. The clouds, confused, travel an impasse, to be raked by the claws of trees, black against the light.
My lips are the stage of love: parted, parched, but red yet; and kisses, seldom, tickle yet, though players of today rarely own your subtlety. To crawl is not to kiss, and yet the touch shares sometimes your intent.
The gold of my hair weaves in among the nests of rodents and small birds, and settles where only roots and worms have comfort. A raven also found a treasure--jade--and carries it always. To be useful: This is paradise.
In spring, the flowers blend into the sunset, forgetting to exist; summer bleaches them, and, wearing dull smiles, they accept all; autumn burns and buries them; winter lets them rest.
(Written last summer.)
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Posted: Wed Jul 25, 2007 2:27 pm
beautiful work guys.
il add more in a bit dont worry smile
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