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Post by littleskinny on Aug 5, 2007 9:17:00 GMT -5
made me think of facebook.....
oh what a riot, being stranded, in this eerie world of ego. Do you not recall how much we tried to disengage? and here we are adrift in a sea of pokes and gifts gossip moguls all with nothing to say whisper banal secrets in an interface to faces past, huddled, in the comfort of front rooms.
expand comfort trial
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 5, 2007 10:07:01 GMT -5
What is facebook?
I must expand my mind, Open myself up to a world of endless possibilities A world which decieves and lies...
I seek comfort, In the most strangest of places...
My feelings are so misleading, Trial by error...
Not the greatest i guess...
Shiver Lost Darkness
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Post by littleskinny on Aug 5, 2007 10:17:05 GMT -5
face book is an evil social networking site like myspace. it spooks me.
When the celebrations start, the dog begins to shiver, tremble in his bunker under the kitchen table.
Father turns the volume up, but now we're punctuated by the whoosh and burn of Big Dave's whizz-bangs.
Behind the curtains, the panes glow red, and the darkness breaks with short-lived dawn-storms.
It's a while before the rockets die, their battle with the cloud-tops lost.
Next day the dog brings home dead fireworks.
HITCH ARSENAL PROTRUDE
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 6, 2007 23:55:08 GMT -5
I protrude from my own soul seeking a new structure to call my own In death chants
This mind slips into a medium strewn with slurs Water racing up hill Smells I can hear Tastes I can see
Packed with an arsenal of hatred for this life This time Or lack there of
I will hitch my chain to almost anything different
A bloody sunset sinks on the horizon of all things big and small
I set sail for the moon where my weight isnt so heavy
Dialect Journey Frost
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 7, 2007 0:12:51 GMT -5
I trek through frosted mountains, alpine breeze tickling senses; dialect of the free. I pass through ancient valleys, icy rivers winding. At home at peace as I steadily journey deeper into earths heart.
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Dawn Root Glaze
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 7, 2007 0:30:01 GMT -5
Rooted firmly in dawn's light A glaze of glass yellows tint shadows like a pearl throws blue oil catching the eye of the passer by Sharp tongues dull into loving words and life seems less than awful Time will pass The sun will rise only to burn the surrounding leaves Fire consumes all beauty to make way for her showing tomorrow
QUINTESSENTIAL DOWNFALL PUPATION
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 7, 2007 5:49:20 GMT -5
Shed my skin, Pupation once again...
My world lacks quintessential truths, Like the ones i did have in my youth...
Things forgotten will be my downfall...
For some reason this reminds me of Shane...
Skyline Aura Nothingness
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 7, 2007 12:35:04 GMT -5
I am found among the Nothingness just a slight image among shadows nonexistent, no hue, no aura...
And I float, lithe on dreams flying the eternal skyline.
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Luminescent Helix Rain
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 7, 2007 12:52:04 GMT -5
Luminescent glow, Of virgins tears...
Like rain, Trickling, Dripping, Spiraling downward...
Forming a perfect helix, As they are misplaced from her sorrowful face...
Next words:
Vivid Swept Creation
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 7, 2007 16:33:51 GMT -5
Whilst running towards a vivid moon faeries dance and sing with praise twirling swirling in gauze and tulle and swept soundlessly among Creation.
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swell quintessence reciprocate
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 8, 2007 12:26:50 GMT -5
This old heart crumbles no more.
Swelling with energy -ambition, unused pathways clear; Veins burst with renewed life.
I stumble at the thought of you. Skip beats at your gaze.
Blood is sweetly thick with the -pure- quintessence of your soul.
I only wish I could reciprocate this blood rush.
_______ Cant decide if the third and fourth stanzas should be switched.. originally they were in each others places.
Next words: Nightfall Demons Tide
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Post by ValkyrieGoddess on Aug 8, 2007 15:25:28 GMT -5
Nightfall... Darkened sky... Lucid Dreaming mind...
Sleep claims a new victim, She sends her demons, To do her dirty work...
Rape and pillage, Take everything that they can, And leave me with nothing...
Except a flooding tide, Of unpleasant memories...
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Next words:
Assimilate Sinister Disguise
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Post by Time_Spinner on Aug 9, 2007 18:14:29 GMT -5
Crystaline raindrops assimilate great mist rising above an eclipsed sun shrouded, wistful in icy wind Sweet echoes of bird song lost.
Beautifully sinister, whilst dancing in death floating towards a barren earth tall buildings rising, mimicking flora A shoddy disguise of planet life.
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next words: familiar pensive rosary
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 10, 2007 1:06:44 GMT -5
I have got a rosary of beads strung around her neck wrapped three times around my hands to make sure I got a strong grip on God's tool for prayer because Lord knows she will need it Familiar silence when you listen for the soul leaving the body No smell, taste, touch, or sight make sure I believe its actually happening Trapped in a two tone world where the brightness is a monotonously complacent lull without shadow and where darkness fails my eyes leaving them to crave attention in my morbid imagination writing things of this nature that are so not apart of my life Pensive thoughts of disaster crowd my brow with unwanted wrinkles because I wish to be forever childish in action and voice I keep the faith knowing that souls do pass through hearing the whispers of my daughter's words about the colour blue
DECAPITATE QUARTER CONCEIVE
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Post by _black phoenix_ on Aug 10, 2007 1:21:33 GMT -5
Effortlessly I broke your quarter in half with my amazing pipes, decapitating the moose. You couldnt conceive the might behind my raw power. hahaha im the best. next words: crest, dry, sour oh shit what do you guys have on your quarters? *looks up google* a bird eh. well heres our awesome canadian currency..
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