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Posted: Thu Mar 09, 2006 10:50 am
TokyoJihen Death Reigns Silently In The Land Of Dust And Dreams In the Hearts Of Men Random crazy reversed haiku moment..lol xd
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 12:38 pm
roronoa_zoro51 Braill Darthspanky so there is this guy named mitch... he is sitting in a ditch... he saw a witch then he called her a b***h she turned me into a litch and now i itch... becuse my clothes need a re-stitch lol.. a few of us know where i got this one from...lol Hey you took someone elses idea for your own benifit thats called plagerism. Plagiarism mrgreen thanx for correcting me
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I have a virus dont addme
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Posted: Sun Mar 12, 2006 7:53 pm
Im sorry to say that there comes a day where someone you love must pass. I know how you feel this feeling is real It's sad that it happened so fast. Just think about heaven (on cloud number seven) He's there, looking down from above. Like the wings of a dove or the warm thought of love And the small helpful shove The sun must rise and set...
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2006 9:28 am
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2006 10:18 am
ok im not very good at this so its going to sux.
we all seem to live in a dream a dream we cant seem to live .
but when u take the time to think u seem to know what u need u know u need to sleep so u can dream of them
time and time again we all wana dream of them an then there is one u wana dream of more u try and try but cant make it out and then u just give up
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:08 pm
ok i have a few which i will submit!!
Venom
Behind your charming smile, behind those warm eyes, your heart is cold as ice, the blood without your veins, poisoning your very essense, you words become venom. fact or fiction which is real? you chat and coinside freely, are friendly and within reason, but once that bad is turned, once the eyes are no longer on you, the fangs come out, the eyes dilate, the venom drips from your lips, scarring a heart, any heart, the damage you cause, cannot be changed, the damage you cause cannot be erased... you say you need help, you say you need to start afresh, the chance is given, the new start you ask, an how to repay, how to say thanks, how to show you truely are glad, you stab the knife as hard as you can, not caring your losing this thread, hatred and pain mix into one, tears are too good for you, but yet they fall, i wish to confront, i wish to attack, yet inside i know i seek not malice... your venom shall strike shall knock me down, where is your tail? where is your skin? you seem snakish to me, a fragment of what you should be..
A Broken World, A Broken Trust
a pain afresh, my broken wounds, the incoming fist, the shattered bones, the smiled and smirks, the oncoming mission, my tears, my heart all meld to one, it hurts, i ached, yet still you hit, my words now hit upon you wrong, your anger, my fear, i await the next smack, i crumble before you, a blade across my way, i wonder will this be it? my eyes no longer seeing, my heart no longer feeling, the numbness is all i have, your fist my best friend... i cry for peace, i cry to stop, i cry for help... the smirks, the happiness, can it be truely real? can this be how you get you kicks? a year or two has passed, i thought i was free... how could the time be pushed so back... how can i sit here no knowing my match... one fist, then two, when will it end... you stop and stare.. i close my eyes and grit my teeth, this it is, i wait your blow, silence encases the room, bells ring in my head... why the pause, why prolong this moment, the door slams, i open my eyes, i seem to have lived this time... i curl and cry and wait to die... the moment shall come again...
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Angelic_Highlights Vice Captain
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Angelic_Highlights Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Mar 21, 2006 7:09 pm
Last Moments
Would you cry for me? if i was to leave this world, would you mourn the loss, lose the presence? if my life was ebbed from within this realm, torn between the living and the dead, would you shed some tears, feel the pain, would you heart shatter into a million pieces, if my heart stopped right this minute, my soul floated on without your voice, would the feeling return, would you feel me there? would you miss my smile, miss my touch? if i was to choose to go without a word, to leave this world, to leave your sides, would you feel the loss, feel the absence, or would life move on with only lost memorys...
Torn
My heart is caught up, the veins encoiling, tightening and drainging my heart, blurry eyesite and daughting words, echo through my shallowed mind, pain tightens within my abdomen, digging and stabbing like no tommorow, hands can only do so much, past flashbacks come flooding back, a picture show in my banging mind, pain flows through, my heart cries, numbness contains my limbs, pills lay skattered around my body, sprawled upon the tiled floor, slumped against the cold wall, a lonely razer blade lay beside my leg, my fingers twtch in anticipation, the drug infested feeling is back, eyes widened upon the silver blade, when will the tablets take effect, when can i leave this bright lights behind... fingers grasp the tip, running across the blade, palm surrounds the blade, touching the silver freedom, eyed closed, invunrable to the oncoming pain, adrenaline runs through my body, this is it, i slice aggresively at my wrist, tears streaming down my face, the pains take effect, numbness removes the pain, the blade hits the floor, blood melds with the water, streaming across the floor, lights fade, i hear the echo of my heart throughout my mind, breathing shallowed.... i look to the ceiling, my heart begins to slow, my body is drained, my very life lay across the floor, the blood staining out my memorys, my life ebbed away
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 22, 2006 2:34 pm
There are times when one is blind, To all their surroundings. There are times when one is fine, In hidden bindings. One will cry, One will fall, One will sigh, We do all.
There are things that one will hate, Like people and such, There are things that one will love, For me- You and much. One will Love, One will Hate, Like a dove, It's all fate.
There are people that make me cry, There are people who make me sigh. There are ones who break my heart, The ones who butter me up llike a tart. I love you. Do you love me? There will always be a two, That's how it will be.
THere are people who I need, Who aren't yet in my reality. There are people that are true, To help me go on, through and through.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 6:39 am
Tik-a-tick
tk-a-tick
tik-a-tick
In a line, glued to blue phosphoresence retinal scales peeling in the glare. A drip of liquid, frozen with the blue, evaporates in ash to blend with the buzzing air. Line after Line tk-a-tick
tik-a-tick Fingers eradicating sound in plastic precision: caught in the tune of their monotony at the EXACT same time! tik-a-tk, tik-a-tick, tik-a-tick
tk-a-tik, tick-a-tik, tik-a-tik
tick-a-tik,tik-a-tk,
tik-a
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 4:13 pm
~Red Deceit~ Another dagger in your back I'm ashamed to say I put it there there it remains you don't feel it you are numb as the blood runs faster do you not know? you're slowly dying fading fast decaying now i weep for I know i can't be there to catch you when you fall
~Ellegy~
I stand in this feild dead and grey thoughts dance through my head like the whispers of the rain from deep inside me a sweet solemn song is washed away as its echoes decay
so confused ? what do you think??? biggrin
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:40 pm
Eskimo Bob Eskimo Bob Has a cool job! Hes in a cartoon! Grabs a pointy stick. Pokes Walrus with it. And runs a way from doom. Goes on some quests. Never gets to rest. He meets lots of boons. Finds a big yeti. Boxing gloves ready! He beats the buffon. A seal with a bat Steals poor Bob's blue hat. Ooh look! A raccoon! Eskimo Bob Has a cool job. He's in a cartoon!
Nightmare The skeletons are in my room Walking as i sleep. They are waiting for my doom And my soul they will keep. I am asleep in my bed And there's a man on a horse. He throws at me his pumpkin head. He seems to show no remorse. Before it hits me, I wake up fast And see that I'm alone. I realize the dream has passed, And I am at my home. I look around and under my bed. Oh no! The pumpkin head!
A Boundless Moment He halted in the wind, and... what was that Far in the maples, pale, but not a ghost? He stood there bringing March against his thought, And yet too ready to believe the most. 'Oh that't the Paradise-in-bloom,' i said; And truely it was fair enough for flowers Had we but in us assume in March Such white luxuriance of May for ours. We stood a moment so ina strange world, Myself as one his own pretense decieves; And then i said the truth (and we moved on). A young beech clinging to its last year's leaves.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 10:45 am
The Demon Blood and preasure, or is it pleasure. I cant think, i can just blink. What is this feeling. Its so sealing. Theres nothing for me. Atleast i cant see. I have to send sum, this isnt the end, hun. My wings are fading, the walls are shading. Horns are cracking, i start backing. All is turning to ashes, even my eyelashes. How can this be? How couldnt i see? The demon has died, and i have lied.
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Posted: Sat Mar 25, 2006 3:34 pm
Love on the battle field the love is taken and it blooms, the hatred of fire and bullets cannot touch the one things i cherish the most, I live in fear but i know my love is right there, with me in this fox hole, that we made with our blood, sweat, and tears, and yet our love can not be shot down, I'll protect my love with every bit of flesh that i still have on me, I'll love her till this war is done and won, but if i dont make it back as long as she continues to live on, I love her I am her soldier and her lover...
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Posted: Sun Mar 26, 2006 5:41 am
The Demon #2 Im lying on he ground, i can hear a sound. Its like the 1000 wolves, waiting for flesh. Somehow, everything is blank. The sand in my hands, god to thank. He destroyed me, I only wish to be. I feel so sick, The sky is so big. Im starting to bleed, from the head to my feet. The blood flows through my hands, hitting the sands. I feel a terrible pain, its hurting my stomach. Everything is cold, theres no time to hold on. I hear a silent howl, Ive lost my soul.
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