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untitled
Contributed by
phantomvampyress
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Saturday, 4th May 2013 @ 11:43:58 PM in AEST
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not sure what I want for a title
watching slowly as time goes by im used again
bruise me up within
im already beaten and broken
there is not much left for me to belive in or hope in
you want me to trust yet there is no reason to give you that
you want me to believe in you but how can I when you don't deliver
everything is the same
im stuck in a corner by myself in shambles
bleed me dry once again so I feel as if I can't get up...
walk away until tomorrow pretend I matter when I don't
the truth comes out and I am awakened
you have shaken me out of my element
testament isn't working anymore
pick me up off this cold cement floor
someone save me ....from myself
darkness surrounds I invite it in willingly..
no longer do I fight it .....I just became one with it
Jennittude
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2013-05-04 23:43:58]
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Re: untitled
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by Former_Member on
Sunday, 5th May 2013 @ 01:01:54 AM AEST
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polybam, a word I just made, not to see solitude.
Polymer the pop corn packing used for fragile freight,
corporeal the daunted it seems, the coaxial, the fiber optic glass, the speed of light, always it seems, traveling one exact foot in a billionth of a second, why is this so worth measuring?
Fluidity, we wish we were spreading information, solid stature, intact to convey only the
good information for any and all. Not meant to be stripped,
not a tool to be fooled with or tormented by any, real freedoms we should being to understand.
Only true friendship breeds light some say or pray to have.
Any major dude, or womankind would go down in the trenches of misery to assist sorrow. You are not shallow.
Polystyrene brushes --- bam or pop, like bubble wrap, or bulbous flowers in early spring, those beautiful sprigs children love to feel go pop. You are deep and true. Please do write more. It isn't boring at all! I wish you well and most of all whole!
Peace! |
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Re: untitled
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by thezenmonkey on
Thursday, 9th May 2013 @ 04:35:23 PM AEST
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| Dark and moody I like it. |
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Re: untitled
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by unknown_utopia on
Saturday, 1st June 2013 @ 09:53:35 PM AEST
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The pain flows so darkly in this write
Excellent.... |
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