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Post by shamefulsean on Jan 27, 2006 14:12:51 GMT -5
ooo, these are wicked
especially these two "Explain yourself and be careful, don't let the words stick to your tongue."
"Compound irony forced in to small boxs of truth. Until slowly compacting the creation of happiness."
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Post by Hyde on Jan 31, 2006 14:29:12 GMT -5
Her shifty eyes and golden tongue, a collaboration for deceit.
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Post by Hyde on Mar 23, 2006 15:52:49 GMT -5
You can tell me I'm equal, but I refuse to believe the lies of this Animal Farm.
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Post by Crucifying_Aphrodite on Mar 24, 2006 9:56:37 GMT -5
Beautiful..i enjoyed the 13th one, 2nd line...aesthetic success
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Post by Hyde on May 11, 2006 11:28:42 GMT -5
Shaky hand writing covers my journals walls, I'm nervous to talk to even myself.
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Post by Hyde on Nov 29, 2006 17:29:19 GMT -5
Decayed is my mind floating like drift wood while it rots from the core. Purposeless and sea sick I'm begging beach me and carve me into an idol, I've been dying for the attention. But all this feeling cracked and empty is more than a metaphoric hollow, its all that's left of the hopeful side of me.
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Post by Hyde on Dec 1, 2006 12:17:32 GMT -5
It begins with pillow talk. Then shes leg locked eyes staring hands gripped lips touching hearts beating bodies moving in unison because we both know this dance. Our words have stopped but our instincts are still talking and I'm finding it harder and harder to control myself. Still, I wouldn't want to be anywhere but here.
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Post by Hyde on Jan 12, 2007 16:32:43 GMT -5
Listen to those words called truth. Then decipher and translate combine and expand paint and imagine every thought that those words bring. Maybe then you could kill the need for your self-explanations and rest assured knowing that all those words truly have, meaning.
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Post by Hyde on Jan 23, 2007 0:20:15 GMT -5
I'm not holding my breath, I'm just letting the water fill my lungs. It's comforting though, the burn the panic the flashing of this life I lived and the warmth of knowing when I will die.
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Post by Hyde on May 22, 2007 14:08:11 GMT -5
If we both die, bury us under seeds. that way even after life we'll continue to grow.
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Post by Hyde on Jun 7, 2007 16:53:48 GMT -5
I thought about this while I was on break at work.
Step step step I hope this walk willl never end the floor never turn never bend I know it's useless to wish so I'll just backwards and pray to god I never return to my desk again.
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Post by Hyde on Jul 11, 2007 12:09:14 GMT -5
I've lost you Muse, you left no words or memories just scars on my chest and back to remember you by.
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Post by Hyde on Jul 11, 2007 12:20:06 GMT -5
this isn't a fable or a story just my life and it's no where near perfect. It gets simple gets complex or just simply complexed leaving me pondering the relevance of explaining anything to anyone for any reason besides just wanting to be understood. And let me tell you, it gets hard sometimes, but that is what really makes us love the good times.
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Post by Hyde on Nov 23, 2007 16:29:19 GMT -5
I hate you and all that you stand for. Look in the f*cking mirror.
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Post by Hyde on Dec 3, 2007 22:04:23 GMT -5
You live a far cry from an honest life but I like to pretend not to notice, it's easier when I'm happy around you.
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