

SolitudeDoes it not seem that in this solitude we are but angels lost in contact with that divine source which gives us the hope that tomorrow may be better? Are we truly stuck mired in chaos unbounding or in the apathetic crowd fighting that dominance? We are awash with thought the peaceful dreaming and yet throbbing, aching the dream-built time gives way to naught but reality in the quiet, caring arms of the nightSolitude


GrowthSometimes it's just about the blood. Sometimes it's just about the pain. Sometimes it doesn't matter how hard you push. Sometimes it doesn't matter what you do.Growth
It needs to burn. It needs to fall. It needs to die so we can create.
Unless we can grow, change, evolve... Unless we can rise, overcome, ascend... We have nothing.
What reason do we have to live in a world, To play by rules which ask us to die before we're dead?
Destroy. Create. Indulge. Live.
All else is slavery to waking death.


A Dream of the City of NightIn the darkness enchanted by these two green digits blinking, a cascade of fortitude. The lost ones try weeping; for all that concerns them are the solitary sandwraiths of the far-off dunes of sleep. The child awakes to the nightmare that this world, this place is the only thing it has breathing in the fumes of a thousand myth-burned fantasies and noticing them purely toxic... encased in thick black ichor; That which seeps through when the life has been carried away; the absolute reality of fear; the ultimate dreamlessA Dream of the City of Night


An Open Letter To The PastHey, man, How's it going? I know, I know we haven't talked in what seems like forever. guess I got lost in life, same as you.An Open Letter To The Past
Do you remember the days when we were inseparable?
I barely touch my guitar now I've not found any peace just kinda burned out.
You remember those days? Our ears would bleed and the crowd, the crowd would carry us it was just high school but we burned bright somehow
Nights of madness, days spent roasting, sunburned, and loving every minute; feeling part of everyt


Im Not An Anti-American - rantMarch 25, 2003Im Not An Anti-American - rant
Hello everyone -
Well, here\'s my two cents.
I haven\'t taken the time - I\'m kind of in a bit of a restriction at the moment - to read through everyone\'s emails on this subject, so I apologize if I say something that\'s a bit out of place. But... meh... here I go.
I\'ve been against this war since the beginning. I\'ve always believed that there is always another option, and that war is the absolute LAST resort that we never want to reach. I think that Bush could have found another way to solve this... and I think that he totally fucked himself over when he said \"Hey... thi
People Die Alone

ANGRY VOICESANGRY VOICESANGRY VOICES
Dreams and thoughts can be so hard To grasp in stiff fingers Riddled with doubts and fears Of touching the hot icicles
Hanging from your broken nightmares
Pro-Choice picket signs Gay pride tshirts littering the sidewalks Of your mind Just one quick cut ... and
You don't have to worry about helping anymore.
No more pressure to be the world's saviour
--You're a wannabe Jesus with different scars.--
Sadness overthrows you with steel tears When Mathew was beaten to death And as young Muslims were
Har


The SpyYou watch me like a spy, hiding in the foliage. It just happens to be a forest of people and voices. But I can’t deny that I do the same. Inside your gaze I lose myself. Inside that fantasy lays a surreal world where I can disappear. Where grades, peers, and a future is irrelevant. But what is it about you -besides your scent that travels close to you- that intoxicates me so? I don’t exactly comprehend why I always let my eyes slide and glide your way to catch hold of yours in some falsely intimate gaze. What is itThe Spy
-exempting your st
| I used to be a student of philosophy, now I slave away in the 9-5 grind trying to figure out what to do with my life. I used to write a lot of angst-filled poetry, but now I'm hoping that I've matured past the point of that. I'd still like to try and write once in a while, but usually life gets in the way. |
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derby girls live by four rules. Skate. Kill. Win.
.......oops.
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derby girls live by four rules. Skate. Kill. Win.
.......oops.
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"We were once together, now I'm simply surrounded."
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HUGGLES 2 ALL!
Fantasy untold
Dreams yet realized
When you look into my eyes
What do you see?
Love
Strength
Weakness
Or Fear?
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Life.
( Some Assembly Required )
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