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Sole ImpurityRunning tired through open space, Crying, weeping, shes a disgrace, Stopping... thinking of nothing but, Her perfect self the whore, the slut, Still running furthur from whats true, Still running from him, you know who, The man who took her in his hand, And helped her learn just how to stand, And walked and talked and always said, That one day they would trully wed, And you know who spook of his love, Of how they fit just like a glove, Then that day she came home teary, You know who had made her leery, She cried as he lied to her face, She wept as he beg Sole Impurity
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BirchesThe straight birches swing to and fro, As the young boys look on and know, That youth will be forever theirs, No worries, no problems and no cares,
The snow falls before young eyes, As winter comes and summer shys, The leaves fall down to lifeless ground, the sun rises without a sound,
To the new life their branches bend, And to young minds they always tend, I wish that I again could be a boy, And have the forest as a toy, Birches
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Distortedher eyes, dark windows to the past, her sight on souls a shadows cast,
her thoughts in a quickening pace, her mouth set in a pasty face,
her tears fall to the burning floor, her only thoughts of her... a whore,
she weeps with blood pooled in her hand, from veins it runs like flowing sand,
chased by those lost and perverted, her life left cold and distorted,
from her body her soul did pour, the pain by her, was felt no more,
she falls from feet to knees to ground, she dies slowly in the fire... drowned. Distorted
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SensesCrimson tears fall from his chest Sparkles shinning eyes will rest
Crimson saturates atmosphere Blood fill Cri's breath from everywhere
Crimson trickleing drip drop's dashing lightly listening to the splashing
Crimson seeps from crevisis deeper blade Silver touching absent pain Cri is made
Crimson liquid devouvers reality Cravings to taste create this cry, cry is Cri Senses
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Life

Fri Apr 29, 2005, 12:30 PM

Currently listening to: Chopin

Currently reading: Poratable Jung, Troublemakers

Currently writing: A poem on the theme, "life"

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I love ~Cri. She is my everything. Life moves foward in inevitable patterns of depression and love as always for me. Living for but one person. School is almost over, and my trip to Africa this summer is nearing. Makes me about as happy as i can be.
Life in general is making me tired, and pushing through the trials of everyday more often sems like a futile attempt at meaning. Reading and writing are two things that i will love till i die thouh, they never seem trivial in the least.

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