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TrainsWe sit beside the dock to watch the trains carry away the day. The chill of the water leaps through my mind Causing the eddies of my memory to spin.Trains
Plunging beneath the grey jade depths I know now I jumped too soon. Eyes wide open and blinded, I screamed for life below icy reservoirs.
Small were the hands that pulled me back. Wise were the eyes of one thousand midnight calls, when life was the nightmare created in my head.
If I could sing you the song of these nights, It would beat with the rhythm of the rails, a lullaby of my death and b
by ~lucy1985
"Iraq still sucks"As of October 25: 2,000 deaths reported On my own hands, through my warm breath, I will do my own counting"Iraq still sucks"
Wipe the cuts of injured children Insert an IV Maybe this is who you are now. But, in my head you’re still fifteen.
Bask in the beauty of sunrise in Kuwait Write us letters of normality But when you get weak, I read your pleas: “Say anything to show me, you’re more screwed up than me”
And when I send two more to hell I’ll drink the beer, I will sing Cadence.
To avoid the fear, that there will be no more of this. Drinking the an
by ~lucy1985
AubadeTreacherous, the lion, begins lapping the sky Sing him a lullaby Urge him not to lap the milk of the moon Let me lie with my loveAubade
Trees, use your talons Defend the moon who soothes you Reveal to the lion the true king Let me lie with my love
Time, follow the tick of my heart For it keeps seconds more dear Run not from the lion nipping at your heel Let me lie with my love
Don’t be fooled, Night It has been but a minute A second of your silver glory Let me lie with my love
With the fade of night I die My lover
by ~lucy1985
AutumnGolden pages of sunlight Die majestically Falling from jealous tree branchesAutumn
Reaching for hope Leaves drop selflessly
In a beautiful death
Mangled oaks left yearning For protection
I die here selfishly Floating silently to the ground
Any beauty trampled by careless feet The branches in me yearn " Love me, protect me"
A poet may glance upon me Pondering on my existence
Then carelessly penned Tossed with tomorrow's rancid garbage
And tonight I pray For the kiss of the wind &nbs
by ~lucy1985
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- Current Residence: In my own little world
- Interests: art,writing, philosophy, theatre, music,speech
- Favourite movie: Moulin Rouge, Sweetest Thing
- Favourite band or musician: Guns n' Roses, The Beatles, John Lennon,The Eagles
- Favourite genre of music: i can't pick it's too hard
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol, any member of surrealism
- Favourite poet or writer: William Shakespeare, Robert Frost
- Favourite photographer: any that capture an uncreatable moment
- Favourite style of art: why must i have no knowledge of digital
- Operating System: PC
- MP3 player of choice: winamp
- Shell of choice: seashells? jk
- Wallpaper of choice: don't like wall paper, prefer paint.. jk
- Skin of choice: my own is preferable thanks ;)
- Favourite game: ??
- Favourite gaming platform: ??
- Favourite cartoon character: Betty Boop, Tigger,
- Personal Quote: I would rather be hated for what I am, than loved for what I'm not. (not mine but it sums it up well
- Tools of the Trade: PC, MPEGMovieVX, Canon elf, paper, pencil, paint, you name it
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"only when the last tree has died, and the last river been poisoned, and the last fish been caught will we realize that we can't eat money." based on a Cree saying
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Your musky lips, cramping smoke into halos,
love to finger obscenities and slander. I am a bitch now.
Don’t touch her now, this thing of waste. She’s
Empty. She’s full of spite.
While I am here I would like to comment on your Journal. It is really a chronicle of your life condensed in a wonderful fashion. Good work.........and speaking of which......I am going to stroll through your work and
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mari
A man's home is his castle.....let him clean it........anon
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Words come so easy
when your world falls apart.
It can be creepy
how depression heals your heart.
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