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Time. Does time actually heal all wounds or does it just dull the pain? The flow of time, can it actually bandage your broken bleed heart or does it just help you forget ( Read more... ) -
The Unknown
I'm as silent as a shadow
and as swift as a dream
I am a tear of dashed hope
and a scribbled scream.
Who am I?
I run with the stars
and sing with the ocean
I dance among trees
and sleep in the light.
Who am I?
I am in
constant motion
creating worlds
with single sentences
stamping on dreams
without offering
any penance
Who am I?
I am your fear
and your desire
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Reading
Is it odd that I find such solace in the written word? When the world starts to overwhelm me I find I can dive into a book and feel at peace. As though the author has chosen to take me along on their journey out of their own violation, not because they have to but because they want to. As soon as I open a book, new or old, I find myself taken away ( Read more... ) -
Back
It's lovely that I'm back. Slowly but surely I'm coming back. I let Face take the controls for way too long.
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The flow
I miss writing for the sake of writing. Lately it seems that I've lost my creative flow. I'm worried about it being gone forever. Sometimes it feels like I have to force the words out, like squeezing a bottle but finding it plugged with dry crusty ideas. Old ideas, useless ideas that should be wiped away with hot water. I can't wash my mind though ( Read more... ) -
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There is a certain place I go in my head when certain things happen. Face doesn't really know about it, sure she has an idea but, being a face she doesn't understand it. Nameless knows it well. I think at times we co-habit it. The place is blank. There is nothing,no one and no sound. I go there when I'm in a situation that I don't want to be in. ( Read more... ) -
Odd
So someone added me as a friend today. I'm assuming they read something I wrote, liked it, then added me. I'm almost worried that they'll read my past posts and wonder what the fuck is going on in my head.
I wonder what they'll think of Face and Nameless.
I really hope they like my writing.
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Transient Beauty
She sauntered down the street. You wouldn't be wrong if you said she flounced, pranced, danced in front of your eyes. Did she even know what she did to the public? When the sun fondled her hair it sent hearts skittering across the pavement only to trail hopelessly after her. So many hearts were lost to her incomparable smile. So many heads turned ( Read more... ) -
Just before the end
It was just before the end that I realized I had been wrong all along. She didn't love me. She lied to me. That bitch lied to my face all along. She mocked me, laughed and jeered at me behind my back. I could picture her with her precious friends. Sitting around looking inhumanly beautiful, the sun shining on their hair. They would be all smiles ( Read more... ) -
Tam
Isn't it odd. We actually like him. It's not like we love him, far from that. We just really like him.
I have a date with him; a dinner date. I'm not really sure what to think. I'm excited, but of course I only have a few days to look hot. Get nice clothes, make sure our hair looks good, and make sure to get rid of some stupid fucking pimples.
That ( Read more... )