Still Here, Never Fearis the ghost of a trace of a pale imitation of you.”
-Josh Ritter, “Kathleen”
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Don't Forget MeDon’t you forget me When I am long gone; Think of me smiling, Awake for the dawn. I won’t forget you - You’re all I live for, But understand, please, That I wanted more.Don't Forget Me
Don’t you remember The tales that I told In the dead of the night, dear, In bitter cold? They said I’d return, So why did you doubt? I’ll come in good time, love, Just you look about.
I tried to be within, But I’ll be without; I’m not in your heart song, I’m on a new route. You did forget me, You found a new love; I still can recall
by ~Tarcir
Mental Block - After the RainsI have nothing to write, No people to see, No duties to bind, No poems that’re free, No anger left, No hope remains, No emotion at all, After the rains.Mental Block - After the Rains
I have nothing to sing, No love to find, No person to hold, No thought in my mind, No chaos to fight, No binding chains, No lovesick tunes, After the rains.
I have nothing to say, No words to speak, No sorrow to be had, No need to be weak, No fights to be won, No races to trains, No places to go, After the rains.
My mind draws a b
by ~Tarcir
March, 3004Shut it, you damnable hypocritical half-wit. Take a load off my back, why don’t you?March, 3004
Nelson slowly released his tight grip on the arm of his straight-backed sofa. Breathe, he told himself with gentle firmness. Breathe. Gray’s a weakling. He won’t do anything. It’s a surprise he even managed to raise himself off his couch for any span of time.
Breathe. See? The screen’s already back to life. He’ll go back to his program and forget you ever existed until you turn the water off in the morning to deplete the water bill.
Nelson folded his sweat
by ~Tarcir
February 2, 3004Gray Roy was in a hurry to get home. He’d squandered hours of his life away in his little cubicle at work; so many, in fact, that if someone were to stop him and ask him what he did for a living, he honestly wouldn’t know the answer. “I work in computers,” he might tell them. “I type figures and send them away.” That’s all he would be able to offer if, in fact, he bothered to answer them at all.February 2, 3004
He walked home, as many did, since gas was a virtual unknown that scientists expected to evaporate at any second. It wouldn’t change anything. In technical terms, it would be the end of an era.&
by ~Tarcir
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One Way Or Another.It wasn't easy for her.One Way Or Another.
The way he was always touching her, the smile he always and only smiled for her, the countless times she caught him turning around to look at her.
It just wasn't easy.
Sometimes they talked and talked. And sometimes there was nothing that they could possibly converse about. Sometimes the distance between them was roughly equivalent to the distance between the sun and Pluto. And sometimes they were thisclose. Sometimes he ignored her for days at a time. And sometimes he wouldn't leave her alone.
It was never easy.
But she did it anyway. Somew
by ~hollywoodheartts
have couragei cross things out not because it's incorrect, or that i'm unsatisfied with what i've created -have courage
but because i'm ashamed of the things i've done, thought, said. but there's no point as i scream and writhe. you can't undo what's done.
by ~lacegloves
blood on your lips.With his arms raised he’s like an exotic bird on a white picket fence: out of place – ridiculously so. His red hair is wild, as usual, brushing the middle of his neck, and he’s dressed like the city kid he is at heart, right down to the crumbling Chuck Taylors' – high tops, signature black with red laces – on his feet and up to the newsboy cap perched at an angle on his head that Ellis knows is anything but practical. But Flynn Thomas has never been the image of practicality.blood on your lips.
Flynn’s twenty-seven, not old – he’s got a whole life in front of him. Yet it makes Ellis sick to know he’s onl
by ~lacegloves
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- Current Residence: Midway between the present and the future.
- Interests: Writing, reading, music, movies, ranting, critiquing, trying to finish my own story.
- Favourite movie: Band of Brothers, The Godfather, Dogma, Ocean's Eleven, A Hard Day's Night.
- Favourite band or musician: The Beatles, Badfinger, Jet, Owl City, Damien Rice, Augustana, Billy Joel, The Eagles, Supertramp
- Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock/Anything nice
- Favourite poet or writer: UT, Richard Adams, Alexandre Dumas, Dostoevsky, Conrad, Lewis Carroll, David Sedaris.
- Favourite game: Guillotine; Clue, even though I suck at it; Duck Hunt.
- Favourite cartoon character: Opus.
- Personal Quote: "Better to be hated for what you are than loved for what you are not." -Andre Gide
- Tools of the Trade: Moods.
- Email: Numalion@AOL.com
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just a minor threat.
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"But if you want to make big tracks on the land, you've got to step out and start walking." -Louis L'Amour, How the West Was Won
STORY TIME WITH UT!
The year is 1788. The place: St. Petersburg (That's in Russia.
Later, I pondered the ironicity of his death (as making up words to ponder was en vouge as well) while eating Chinese food with my shi-tzu.
THE END.
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~beKxCore + me = OTP 4 lyfe.
=pothicblood is my sugah mama.
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"But if you want to make big tracks on the land, you've got to step out and start walking." -Louis L'Amour, How the West Was Won
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If you a foe we do not fear you, and if you are a friend your enemies shall be taught the fear of us!
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