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Hometown Epiphanyi thought i bid farewell to this town, to these streets i still know so well never thought i'd come up to love 'em never once, however i feel a yearning for a place i used to call hell or compare to a cell, butHometown Epiphany
times will change and mindsets too, see reality scars and its trials bruised me, but
i came out hard, came out strong and i took a glance at my world and how it came out wrong still my perseverence was weak but im a man and my pride is vociferous so to myself, i felt i had a promise to keep to always stand on my feet to n
by ~Enitial
jail 3let me cease to exist. let me rid myself of this false pretense that i so eagerly call pain. let these pages remain blank because each one marks a day and i promised myself i wouldn't make a single calendar to count them. it drives me mad. let the seconds become minutes and those same minutes become months. let time unravel, but most of all let me remember that time isnt real. that life is not so long so i should not waste a single thought on wondering what i'm missing. let me regret, but don't let me dwell. let me move on. let me not forgetjail 3
by ~Enitial
jail 2the walls are bland a once-perfect shade of white stained with years of abuse and apathy. an insane shade of white, something comparable to a dirty strait-jacket. yes, the walls are oh-so-bland. and the lines are painted red to remind you of the perils that lie beyond. in this place where dreams become reality because the truth is too much to bear, where the wicked go to wash away their sins so they can contemplate which they'll commit next. in this place where i come to reeflect, where solitude is as abundant as sand on a beach and you can build a castle withjail 2
by ~Enitial
jail 1let the love flow like tears and let those same tears rain down like molasses on a cold winter night, frozen shades of amber-grey and blue to remind how i feel when you're so far awayjail 1
you. tell me just how i feel.
sing to me of souls departed or long lost lovers not so far apart whisper me a boisterous song and let me scream to you a soft serenade let me tell you all the things i already said at least a million times before, except this time.. it'd be nice to know you understand and this time, just once, take my message and send it ba
by ~Enitial
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Home Is Where I'm Not. Yet.Absolute silence. Doesn’t exist amongst all the keyboards and chewing. Almost words on cold cherry lips. Keep the sopranos penned up. No one wants to hear them. Engineers and doctors. That’s all you consider worth while. Can’t see us, perhaps. It’s better that way. Drama queens, nameless divas. Soccer moms without a van. Don’t look so lost. But I forget, SUVs mean more to you than to me. A mixed up choir doesHome Is Where I'm Not. Yet.
not equal a mixed choir. Broadway would understand.
You and your competitions. The Words say “judge not
by ~Liesa-Orlea
Coloursthis one, who i wish i was, takes to the streets each night screaming offensive syllables at single passersbyColours
sipping from tall-stemmed hollowed vines of green and condensation, she moves like a siren, singing sweet aggression for anyone at all.
her promiscuity is undeniable.
and under the cover of moonlight and him, she is unmoved by the language of ignorance, words spat from mouths unwashed. she is detached and uncaring, never bothered
to call him, to find him. never bothered to take the garbage out or fold warm laundry, &nb
by ~streetlightshining
How the World TurnsHow the world turns, I want to know. The sun turns us. I was told that the sun turns us. Unsatisfactory. This answer remains unsatisfactory. Logically, I use my brain.How the World Turns
I ponder and compute and wonder as well. Just as well as the platinum man on the corner who carries stale pictures of his son and daughter (age 2 and 5) and this remains unsatisfactory. Don’t preach to me about gravity. I bear witness to a rooted truth a younger world and fresher rainbows. I have met the raw and simple. The universe is not so confidential. &n
by ~Liesa-Orlea
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- Current Residence: Minerva, ew.
- Interests: writing, music, being a general life-noob.
- Favourite movie: dunno. 300?
- Favourite band or musician: too many to choose from, i like everything. srsly, from john mayer or jack johnson to nas or dipset
- Favourite genre of music: no favorite, i generally listen to hip hop or acoustic emo shit. tear. :'(omgsoemo
- Favourite artist: n/a
- Favourite poet or writer: damn, these questions are really hard to answer
- Favourite photographer: except this one, becausree i don't currently have a favorite photographer
- MP3 player of choice: anything that isnt an ipod, basically.
- Shell of choice: shellga?
- Favourite game: WoW, cuz im a fricken nerd
- Favourite gaming platform: pc
- Favourite cartoon character: cartoons are cool, but they make my brain hurt.
- Personal Quote: 'I have great faith in fools; self-confidence my friends call it.' E.A. Poe
- Tools of the Trade: a keyboard, generally. i don't write well on paper.
- Email: enitial@gmail.com
- AIM: oomattressoo
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
shhh..
WOOOOOOOOO.
you're cool.
bye.
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
You're cool, and I miss you.
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
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But call-response overturns convictions every time.
What server on WoW are you on?
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♥ billy the kid ♥
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