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Pushing BoundariesFall upon an idea, a glimpse of light, Don a mask, a poker face for a fight, Once subdued by thoughts, of premeditation, Now happily helped along by welcome inebriation.Pushing Boundaries
Strike upon that nerve, with obvious intent, Utter obsanities profound, as tensions vent, With each word i stride toward the edge, ever near, To soar from ground, flying free of fear.
Start again, lay to death the dead weights, Friendships constraint from hollow mates, Invisible chains that once did bind, As fragile relations did instantly unwind.
Revel in freedom, boundaries long los
by ~dyingxflame
GargoyleA rain soaked fixed figures silent observation, Self imposed solitude on its remote station, Framed within crumbled rock ruled only by the sky, It stares beneath the layers visible to the naked eye, All humanities many masks do falter and slide, With time exposing all that we wish to hide, Nothing can escape, the patient will uncover all, As the world still turns, and the rain will still fall, Civilisations glance overlooks the lone guest, Focused on the brash, it misses the rest, But it is those who listen who are the wise, Who watch the 'crowd' that witness the lies, ThGargoyle
by ~dyingxflame
Midnight WhispersEyes open under night, strangely still blind, Goosebumps raise as exposed arms unwind, Slowly smudgy images paint a moon into the sky, Until all silence dissolves with a sudden sigh, I twist my view, and I warm within that icy air, A moonlit sillouette, face framed in softest hair, In that instant, perfection was no silly dream, Your body lit up like my sun, under moonbeam, I move to hold you, you softly sigh against my chest, As you slept, with each breath i was tenderly carressed, I will never wish for more, after that one night, I stayed awake with you, under a full moonlighMidnight Whispers
by ~dyingxflame
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hopefullyIs this what I am destined to be?hopefully
Laying here in this puddle of blood and broken dreams. Left alone, the trusted one, but I couldn't stand. I hear the screams of my loved ones call and the pain of my soul as it dies; bitterly I smile, knowing it's what I chose.
But then I look down the ally and see you standing there. Watching as I relive, suffer, the battle's fateful blows. I hold out my hand wishing to call out your name, but my hand only falls as does my soul.
by ~zeldaconnetion
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- Current Residence: floating in between awake and asleep, and doing neither very well
- Interests: socialising, makin an ass of myself, trying new things
- Favourite movie: V for Vendetta, fight club, american beauty, good will hunting, snatch, phone booth....
- Favourite band or musician: another hard one, span, qotsa, pixies, placebo, and many many others
- Favourite genre of music: just like good lyrics
- Favourite artist: ? mmm my fathers a legend lol
- Favourite poet or writer: not a big reader funnily enough, not very patient lol
- Favourite photographer: not a huge photography buff sorry
- Favourite style of art: i'm a big fan of traditonal arts, wood carving i think is a very expressive form
- Personal Quote: i would rather be hated for who i am than loved for something i am not
- MSN: thejinks@hotmail.co.uk
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