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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Feb 28, 2007 21:36:35 GMT -5
I ramble ramble ramble you said im sorry i said i don't ramble ramble ramble yes you do you said you echo my thoughts you said that's because i said im the shadow you prayed for
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Post by shamefulsean on Feb 28, 2007 21:55:33 GMT -5
they bare these pieces of life in lack of tooth. gapped by morality. swiveled by.... swiveled by pieces of fire fly. these swivels of life, wrapped in firefly remnants. they bare me on the universe. i eat. i eat...stars and my stomaches hunger, blind with mistaken, not for cosmos.
i eat stars wrapped in fire flies. and i bare myself, i bare myself, i bare myself to the bend of light.
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Mar 8, 2007 2:18:24 GMT -5
Flesh rots beneath my fingertips numb with frost My heart bleeds Through my tears and my farewells im lame all over again
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Mar 8, 2007 2:21:09 GMT -5
This is me being lame... fcuk you you fcukity fcuk You're a peice of shiiitty shit that's shit
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Post by shamefulsean on Mar 8, 2007 17:18:23 GMT -5
hahahaha
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Mar 25, 2007 20:34:39 GMT -5
Whatever
She's a screetcher He's a scrEaMO they hate each other on stage each night Venting their rage into the poor PA system I pit pit pity The drummer thinks they should just shut up and get over it work together or kill each other She's a hunter He's the prey and I'm the drummer
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Post by littleskinny on Apr 29, 2007 9:39:52 GMT -5
my random thoughts are my scrawl. Invisible ink Where are they all?
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Jun 4, 2007 9:44:35 GMT -5
I licked the sun and it tasted like.. concentrated marshmellows.melted.slightly.dipped.in.honey i chewed on the moon and later i shat out the earth i broke a meteor in half and brought some back to give you but you weren't at home where you should be. you were out whoaring the mother i love.d I was going to give you the bigger peice. Then life seemed to become five quaters of itself.
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Post by Aish on Oct 16, 2007 20:15:24 GMT -5
I can't write, so that vein screams in rage, in jealousy, as I draw myself across my arms and dig the saddle of thighs I engest and wrestle to boredom
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Post by Moonstone Maiden on Dec 10, 2007 0:00:44 GMT -5
I kinked the hose, the water grew to a belly on one end she was paralyzed into the grip as if electricity was breaking her soul shattering it with intensly cold temperatures it's a whicked chocolate on the body of god and your tonuge is an atheist.
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Post by 2standalone on Mar 25, 2008 22:46:59 GMT -5
I have one soft wish To be myself Drowning in your medicine
feel it
taste
this quixotic dream.
inhale
increase
the world around me breathes..
tremble
fold
the universe calls out....
stop
reach
life wont desist
cry
scream out
death resists
move
fight
break
disease i cant shake
hate
envy
bitterness swallows me..
feel
taste
this quixotic hell...
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Post by Aish on Jun 21, 2011 14:28:16 GMT -5
Softly a thief unbuttons her lips playing the nubile rhythm of her secrets masterfully.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Jul 19, 2015 2:45:33 GMT -5
In names you may answer each purpose, falling in place, full of answers, and less empty space. Names with no sound are in time that runs down and the Lonely Forsaken was not foreseen till my last name fell outside of me. Salvation lies within the name of the first sound -the first ever heard and the last ever found- that is too vast to fit within. I listen again and then there were none.
Go back, go back –warning lights flash- on a burnt flat map. Ah, that’s why it hurts to look back... Look, it says dragons be here. Will you hold the ladder for me? Time runs down not up you fool. Oh, f*ck it then.
She may be out of time. That’s ok, me too, what are you going to have? I’ll just have a banana split… Say that again. What kind of fruit? Ok, with stardust if you have it, and go easy on the nuts.
Spoon, lips, slips... Wait, what‘s your name?
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Post by Aish on Jul 22, 2015 20:06:00 GMT -5
The movies won't stop invading my peace, each minute detail a question spun into celluloid on repeat even when I sleep. Every second a betrayal.
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Post by LonelyForsaken on Aug 9, 2015 16:31:37 GMT -5
Kiss moon eyes and tell me what you see Look at lips flame and tell me what you taste
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