On Togas and CringesToga parties
they rule
you'd have to be insane not to go to one just because the person throwing it annoys you . . .
that's like not going to your favorite play because you hate the director . . .
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The PlatformCan the center of a man be a serene platform floating there in that void? And can upon the platform be the man himself, swaying, capturing occasional sizzles and beeps, feel iridescent headlights of night pass, concocting the mood of plight from each automobile passing and teller drawer opening? Can heThe Platform
by ~reggaeryan25
Shockwaves at MidnightThe unceased clouded mind like rice in a blender on this moon-white uncorked midline of the night the colonel and hold stately in the trenches blue velvet stroked under knees and yellow jackets swarming the holes and the souls of the essentials Call it a worm in the mix that's what blends the mixture the swirling of semantic worms and whom is the winner? - the spent spirit in a cocktail like a teen doppleganger? the trouble wins and the answer loses just like the night-time this continuation of purged dreams andShockwaves at Midnight
by ~reggaeryan25
TwiceTwice I asked myself why wait? lunge!Twice
Thrice I picked the spot and left it to device
Twice I've tried to hide the noises bursting forth
Twice I tried to make it seem like I wasn't staring at this
What is this hunger? I know it is inane
Twice I told myself die! and no one knows what my heart said.
by ~reggaeryan25
Loneliness Buries DeepGrim interpretations of the faces, all these caskets Dripping juices, eating peaches rotten, fruitless Destroy these sides with impacts grinding; Living empty in a world full brim, each facade inverted, Masks hiding jeopardies, tried lost realizations; Lacks arms to embrace; borrowed selves lacking face, Some destraught little thing destroyed by sadness, Dearly grasping at the cracked trees brazen dam thus breaking; The people chuckling in slaughter and no one is there; TheLoneliness Buries Deep
by ~reggaeryan25
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Old Radios, Junkyard BoysWhen your walls are crackedOld Radios, Junkyard Boys
And peeling And your soul
is losing
Its shimmer And its worth
You know
My shoulder's worn and comfortless.
Can't lean on me no more.
You know my hands are tied and closed And there's no walking out that door
And you know I never would have asked for this For it to end up like it did It did And there's
Nothing left to burn
But still.
You can light a million lanterns And you can warm me with a fire.
But My feet Are still planted where
by ~RecklessAndBlind
Nomoby ~Gnomosapien
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- Current Residence: Lafayette, LA
- Interests: writing and painting
- Favourite movie: Chaplin
- Favourite band or musician: Nirvana/Pink Floyd/Queen
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- Favourite artist: John Lennon
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
- Favourite cartoon character: Stan from Southpark
- Personal Quote: "Your Work is to discover your Work and then with all of your heart, give to it."-Buddha
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/uvuli
- AIM: reggaeryan25
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Long live love.
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Be not overcome with evil, but overcome evil with good.
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"Wickedness is a myth invented by good people to account for the curious attractiveness of others." ~ Oscar Wilde
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Corpse Bride fan?
Harry Potter fan?
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the shepherd won't leave me alone
he's in my face and I
the shepherd of my days
and I want you here by my heart and my head...
*trips on a rug*
I ought to go check out your works now... =3
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I walk this empty street
on the boulevard of broken dreams
where the city sleeps
and I'm the only one
and I walk alone
Green Day- "Boulevard of Broken Dreams"
I'm Dani
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√ Yes!
I'm Jason.
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