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Creaking Windows

Catagorized safely saught as sinking thought as useless seemed so stupid            Creaking windows how they flow
how they suit thoughts of sorrow                                  Carroding flesh how it follows saddened brows                                                                Creaking windows addictive sounds which drive us mad and gets us wild                                Leaving us, so alone
Negative thinking sets up murder creaking music brings thoughts further

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Macabre in Human AngstAmidst my feet lie endless beat from whence my soul devote to me.
What are my options when my heart tells me what to do?
Why am I lost? For lost in space devulged from truth.
If you're there to make me happy why has my sadness overcome me in drought.
If you have seen all my internetion then why do you tangle in such a web?
If you have studied then why do I know more than you?
Ah, such questions I ask of you.
Yet, you stand there devulged of truth. Macabre in Human Angst
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The Eyes of a Feathered CrowIn the eyes of the feathered crow so down and alone losing a grip on what's once so honed and foreloned
Loosened to fit on life's perspectives as it flies and dies in the golden wasteland
Heat and sound tamper the vision on the obvious and what's ment to gifted
No color no rithym no sense of justice as the man with the gun destroy his wishes. ----------------------------
In the eyes of the feathered crow gutted and skeward by a bullet's surviving hope barely breathing it's impossible m The Eyes of a Feathered Crow
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Leave me aloneYour so boring!
Your so tasteless!
You remind me of my father wasted
Go away leave me be find someone else to upbeat
It's consistant your senseless banter how it follows my migrane chapter
Blah, blah, blah I'm not listening you don't make sense your so stupid
Go away!
Leave me be!
Fly away, away from me find someone else to annoy bother them let them scream
Yeah, yeah, yeah I don't care like it matters that it's not fair Leave me alone
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Love to ForgetGusts of sand flow through the earth like strings of rock hard grams
Slowly they regurgitate the countless remnants of forgetful man
Endlessly reforming tipical images for tranquil lands
How we love to forget
Those hundred yeared days the ones that seem to reconfiguire our senseless ways
How we love to ignore
Those countless struggles the ones you continue to engulf and rethrottle
How we love to revive
The past and worship when we all thought God was worth i Love to Forget
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That day, on That month

Thu Feb 17, 2005, 6:28 PM

My life is only getting more and more interesting. The harshest times are overlapped by curiosity, and although I hate sounding humane, I'd rather live a life estranged from others than be a regular person any day. I know a boy who can easily act like a fucking jerk. His eyes on everything are so, average, normal, and to add, he sees everyone as a lower class than he is. That boy is a writer, probably one who has been taken care of all his life. What are the chances he'll become professional? Sure, in the future he'll be rich, probably incredibly wealthy, but living a life of utter blindness is just as bad as living a life of poority. Don't become that writer. Get rich some other way.

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Current Residence: Orlando, FL
Interests: Writing
Favourite movie: Orange County
Favourite band or musician: Bad Religon
Favourite genre of music: 70's 80's 90's punk
Favourite poet or writer: Dante Alighieri
Favourite game: Ball in the cup.
Favourite gaming platform: Blockbuster.
Personal Quote: Blah, blah. All you do is talk. Think. Think.

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~aseptic Jan 20, 2005, 7:09:40 PM

Haha 'Nothing to do with anything.'
GENIOUS.

!DarleneBlack Jan 19, 2005, 9:22:23 PM

you are a really great writer! im 14 too but that doesnt have nothing to do with anything

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Something you cannot grasp lies just above the surface. Feelings. Emotions. Life…

~aseptic Jan 4, 2005, 8:40:23 AM

Dude, who are you kidding. Your a FLAMING goth.

... FLAMING. :\

~Lone-Amarant Jan 4, 2005, 5:55:10 PM

Hahaha,

Actually my brother gave me a Tripp Jacket, which looks like a straight jacket, and I bought Tripp pants.
Sadly, I'm being transformed. I was told my personality was gothic but the only clothes I had was crappy surfer clothes, or skater. Sure I skate some, but it's not me, I guess.

Moreover, I understand that I may be a "Flaming Gothic".

Flaming. >.<"

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Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars...

Until you sufficate, and freeze...ah..crap.

~aseptic Jan 4, 2005, 6:17:54 PM

Dude, you don't call them 'Gothics' you call them 'Goths'. Gothic is what they are not who they are.

NUH-UH le gasp. Bondage pants and bondage jackets WOAH those are hot as hell. Why'd you wear those skater kid clothes in the first place? Just the fact that you write poetry; so not skatepunk, son. And then WHAT you write about. I was wondering about you. ;| CLOSET GOTH, I SAY.

You say it like it's a bad thing. Goths are fun. FUNNN.

{sorry if this comment is messed up, I'm in a hurry.}

~Lone-Amarant Jan 4, 2005, 6:44:54 PM

I didn't have any other clothing and money was short, as always, and I have nothing against goths. It's just I hate classifying myself. You do too, as you said before, but when you go to school and the first thing people see you as is a skater. It's stupid. I'd rather be dressed with my poems or writing, then people could start telling me what I am.

Sadly, me running around naked is a crime. So I'll just have to work with what I have now. Maybe later I'll start dressing the way I'm "sopposed" to be dressing like.

See you at school, kid.

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Shoot for the moon, even if you miss, you'll land among the stars...

Until you sufficate, and freeze...ah..crap.

~aseptic Jan 5, 2005, 11:57:32 AM

Hey I thought you didn't like goths. >| Whatev Whatev. I like gothic clothing but hate the idealistics of the 'Goth'. I don't like their view on the world. Yes I think you know how much I hate labels. And people will judge you on what you wear no matter what you do. Boys that write poetry like you tend to be darker, 'Emo' or 'Goth', but hey what can I say? Do what is comfortable.

Supposed to wear? What are you SUPPOSED to wear? wearwhatyouwantwhenyouwantyouarenotsuppo sedtodress. like. anything. youdon'twantobe. AKA someone other than you.

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