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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 1, 2005 16:30:01 GMT -5
running thin upon pads dissapating water inching up legs becuse feet depress breaking through dim lit surfaces exposing these eyes to a sight worth capturing... in this time
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 1, 2005 16:32:03 GMT -5
take me in for a night... try me on there is some patch work done new rips are welcome be rough be soft just be for me
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 16, 2005 2:38:25 GMT -5
ripped off my hands with tattered fingers scared by time's fumbles so as to cover her ears so she couldn't hear me scream at the word of her death
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 16, 2005 2:41:00 GMT -5
i had a clock ticking time down to the instant an inhale was out of the story cause i forgot the question asked of me couldnt be answered and i was waiting to excape
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Aug 17, 2005 0:38:27 GMT -5
dillusions of light striking a solid plane leaving me to think it was the object itself as I peered through i key hole out into an illusion of space staring back at me
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Sept 19, 2005 23:18:14 GMT -5
write your future before your future writes you a message titled, "you are f*cked buddy"
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Sept 21, 2005 1:05:14 GMT -5
Co fluctuating flow I fear the following may escape the laws of gravity
Leaving me so
W e i g h t l e s s
my feet will no longer abuse the ground
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Sept 23, 2005 1:36:19 GMT -5
I always dig my feet too far into the sand I mean I can’t stop at a simple hello When you look at a leaf you see that its green right, but its not Its reflecting green because its every colour but green. So if you see me as dark its only because I reflect, reject, cant hold onto the feeling which is grabbing my heart dark
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Sept 23, 2005 1:37:27 GMT -5
f u c k me and every word inside of me
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Sept 28, 2005 2:07:16 GMT -5
Nor Torture night with cool whispers throwing silhouettes that run without light
I saw this figure clip strip the tangled voices into to one which is clearly seeping sleep to flutter these eyes somberly
Dreamed along a channeled path cut to lead me unto thee
Blue girl not so vivid for my vision’s focus was lost in tears
I reflect, reject, can’t hold onto the feeling which is grabbing my heart dark
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Oct 16, 2005 1:46:53 GMT -5
dewy little dew drops being flicked by these finger tips as i awake from the drunken night in wet grass... now i got wet clothes, f*ck my toes are cold. This lady is walking here dog tries to give me buck, thinks i am down on my luck.. i take it of coarse but tell her "hey, it was a late night and my drunk feet couldnt walk anymore, although home is right there bitch"as i point across the street.
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Oct 19, 2005 21:12:30 GMT -5
That caring Don’t get heavy, yourself I will take it anyway you let me go
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Oct 19, 2005 21:17:04 GMT -5
Whisper something to hold on too Confession is the best way out When we lay here alone Stay don’t go
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Oct 19, 2005 21:29:11 GMT -5
Daughter you must go Pack up your bags Pick up your site Its time to come back to life I guess this world wasn’t made for us both You have to feel that I know I have it right I suspect you miss your home Okay, I will come and help you find the way
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Post by colourlessthoughts on Jan 25, 2006 15:10:58 GMT -5
Wind Blow your clear touch So I know someone is there
Soul Carry dreams of sun kisses that dance around the moon gathering stars to drop light off on my dark corner I wish to see the scars on my hands so I can remember where I have been
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