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Dear GraceRemember Challenge Day Retreat, when you held me When I most needed it You have no idea how much I appreciated it Still to this day It’s the greatest thing anyone has ever Done for me Because it’s the only time I ever remember Someone being there for me Please, one more time. I’m falling apart And I’m so aloneDear Grace
by ~Freezenpop
Balance is of WantWhen two is had And then one lost Stressed is that to which remains For only then to compensate As vanity always gets relief When a mound of dirt lay near a hole The mound is moved to fill the hole And thus creates a surface flat Devoid of a little too much Devoid of much too little The reserved extra Will stress and stretch to cover For the creation of barren mediocrity The product has nothing special Thus now absolutely flawlessBalance is of Want
by ~Freezenpop
UnlifeYa know, I’ve never liked it. You think I love it You proclaim it with assurance That which I told you Because… It’s what you wanted to hear I’ve sacrificed my own happiness So that you could think you were. I find solace in little And only away Because of this My days are an unlife To then be brought up After, to then be brought down, I return Return to that of my unlife That has been forced upon me So that you would think you were joyous Because you thought I was I never wanted it And you forced me to think I did It’s a stUnlife
by ~Freezenpop
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The Phoenixby ~Suirebit
To Be...To be or not to be… Is there a question Whether ‘tis nobler in the mind If the seat of pride To suffer the slings and arrows Pierces not my flesh Of outrageous fortuneTo Be...
Misfortune’s bone Grate sweetly against madness Or, to take arms against a sea of troubles Float away in red And by opposing Insanity that will
End them. To die Thinking treachery is the way To sleep Forever if nary a day
I will be No more Strewn cold casket in rosy dawn of warmth And by sleep to say we end That inheritance The heart
by *bloodrose83
dEath of A pRodiGyAnd the whole town showed up to see The death of the child prodigy An eerily perfect prophecydEath of A pRodiGy
Expectantly, the crowd awaits They shake the bars of the iron gates They say he’s smart, only fourteen They say he’s extraordinary, and still green
He’s out of college A concert pianist, like Mozart He doesn’t like this world It’s not enough of a challenge
He wants to go see god Maybe he’ll sit at his left Share some of his knowledge Such an intelligent young kid
“A breath of fresh air” “His smile was easy”
He pick
by ~tsunami49494
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- Current Residence: Renton
- Interests: Bboying (breakdancing), art, literature, music, anime, ORIGINALITY, some other stuff i cant remember
- Favourite movie: Mononoke Hime
- Favourite band or musician: System Syn
- Favourite genre of music: Plenty, but none of that mainstream sell out crap
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, Neitzsche, Emerson
- MP3 player of choice: Whatever happened to CDs? Well i got an Ipod Now so cant complain any more
- Shell of choice: Ghost in the...
- Favourite game: Seeing how well I can manipulate people to say exactly something I have in mind without them knowing
- Favourite gaming platform: ps2 so far
- Personal Quote: In a long enough timeline, the survival rate of everyone drops to ZERO-Velvet Acid Christ
- Tools of the Trade: Good ol' reliable pencil and notebook
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- MSN: Freezenpop@msn.com
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
//jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
thanks,
//Jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
thanks for the comment. I wrote the poem as a kind of moment feeling or whatever. It only took me a few minutes. Looking back on it, i can't exactly explain what i felt while writing it. I honestly don't remember what the twleve stood for, either. perhaps the time? or the number of times something has happened? i don't know. haha. my own poetry confuses me.
However, i do remember the shirt i was wearing that night. It had black ribbons on it. Don't remember much else.
I like your gallery!
//Jillian
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and you take a lot of dirt off someone
is the character less bad. no. it improves constantly
you don't refuse to breathe do you
--frank o'hara
have you heard of
These are writing clubs on DA dedicated to giving the writers more props and help with their works
thought I'd let you know to help out
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~Usagi-Yojimbo-club
~The-Enishi-Club
~FrankyXRobinClub
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We can forgive a men for making a useful thing as long as he does not admires it.
The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely.
All art is quite useless.
Oscar Wilde -
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