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[t0xicviolets]

Write me something?
Please?
I don't much care what about.
And you can be anonymous, or leave your name.
I did have a poemy thing here, but I took it down.

(I mean this.)

Comments

[anonymous]

is it okay to love someone who's leaving in a few months, and wont ever i know i love him in the first place? he's going to war. my stomach drops thinking about it; i want to know him more, and then i want to save him from everything bad that could happen to him. flying planes is safe, right?

[thahylife]

with each
step
another chance taken
each fall
hope fades within
walk across the plain
the path
is never the same
day dreams
a lonely theme
only i remain

[anonymous]

I wrote this today, after watching the news. Kinda dark, but I felt this...

What Is…?

What is beauty?
What is life?
Constant battle?
Endless strife?
Is this the best
That we can do?
Is there no hope
For me and you?
We struggle through
Our everyday(s)
Trying to hold fast
To our comforting way(s)
I see this world
Through jaded eyes
I hear such pain
In humanities cries
I wonder at the hell we’ve made
Frightened by the path
We’ve laid
It seems there is only
Anger and grief
Never a solution
No relief
So my question cuts like a knife
Is there beauty?
Is there life?

- Dave -

[alaughingshadow]

I wrote this last night in my LJ:

There was that sort of heavy mist falling tonight that makes the night seem so bright, however there is no staying dry. It's as if the night has just had her heart broken and can't cry just yet, all she can do is gently weep against your shoulder. You can't turn her away, she has been your lover and friend too long for that. All you can do is let her slow sobs wash over you as you walk and sing to comfort her.

[anonymous]

family can be a real pain in the butt sometimes. So can sharing. Frankly i dont like sharing ~ nor not getting my way.

I am gripping anger from the insides
coloring the walls in strife, floor to ceiling
becoming something new
Murder only takes a few words
Hate feeds the blood thirsty
I dont want to be like those
i wont become
i will not be dragged to that pit
My fingers uncurl, letting go
slipping back into who i am
pushing back the hounds

moving back to me