

In the windVibrating in the wind,In the wind
So apparent and crisp is the memory of his hair Drifting like a mockery
of the oceans waves Tangling soft whispers Into something Forgotten years ago
Fingers recede Reluctant to remember A time so engrained in each tip
And still, the wind breathes In and out And his hair dances With a secret it holds So tirelessly
Still, the fingers recede the hairs dance subsides And not even an echo of a name Is cared to be remembered
However, the air still sings


ClarificationAnd I grind my teeth Pulling further into a mindset So familiar far behind From everything I find in myself To be realClarification
and I collapse
And I cling cry dont care
At least thats what I have to tell myself So I can sleep at night breathe And nothing else matters
And I can no longer function Trembling inside Ice cold exterior And I say a brief words And a curious ear clings to them But I leave it vacant
I want to clarify simply But Im afraid And you have to see this


Center StageShe enters, stage right. Someone in the crowd coughs. Below her bare feet is a translucent glass stage. Her toes, slightly muddy from the outside, muck up the shine and leave dirty memories from each step. She would appear to be gliding, if it werent for the rope attached to her slender waist. It tugged at her every attempt to reach center stage where a single chair and table awaited.Center Stage
The table, illuminated by a stained glass lamp, was home to a solitary book. In this book rested a statementan answerwhich the girl sought so desperately to read.
The rope tugged at her waist, disenchanting


The SeaIm slumming it now,The Sea
on the beach with the sand mashed between my toes.
The waves are creasing perfectly
but all I can see is your hair Its communing with the wind,
so subtle, yet completely engrossing Your presence is as vacant as the new moon Glowing, awakened, but unable to truly be seen Tangible, but completely out of reach I see you there.
One corner of your mouth begs to smile and I wonder
Am I really here with you
If you turned and saw me, barely behind the sand dunes sheltered by abandoned boxes Shoeless, gritty my


Monologue"I could tell you that I do this because I'm insane, because God is in my head, because I go about my business with a thousand avenging angels conducting a symphony of holy amorality, directing my every move. Because organized crime killed my father, raped my mother, and tortured my sister, and that they had all this coming to them. That I do this because I like it; because I like to kill, and that I'm no more alive than when I stand there looking down on them, willing the light to go out of their life, staring down at their eyes so that I can watch--so that I can feel them die. Because I revel in it. Because I’m lost. Because I wasn't breastMonologue
Devious Comments
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Live Freely
Love Deeply
Trust Easily
Regret Nothing
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"It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce - Voltaire
I could use it for inspiration now i suppose.
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Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul ami cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
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Ye daghain inde mordero, ye daghain a mordero an sul ami cuebiyar.
Ryle Hira
Tuck your chin; you're going to get hurt, so expect it and be ready; you may as well see it coming.
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Live Freely
Love Deeply
Trust Easily
Regret Nothing
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"It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce - Voltaire
Where to have you run
I haven't seen you since Tuesday
The week is almost done
I miss you my dear
You know this is no lie
I can't go to Higher Ground on Thursday
I think I might just die
Ma Petite I need a hug
Only one from you will do
Out of this house I need to get
Everyone here has the flu
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So yeah, call me, or be home, or something
MUAH, Love you!!!
<3 - Tay
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Live Freely
Love Deeply
Trust Easily
Regret Nothing
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"It is not enough to conquer; one must know how to seduce - Voltaire
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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*WordCount : Prose Exposure
<3 you!
Jasmine
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What allows us, as human beings, to psychologically survive life on earth, with all its pain, drama, and challenges, is a sense of purpose and meaning. -Barbara de Angelis
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What allows us, as human beings, to psychologically survive life on earth, with all its pain, drama, and challenges, is a sense of purpose and meaning. -Barbara de Angelis
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Dogru ya da yanlis diye bir sey yoktur sadece yaptiklarimiz ve yapmadiklarimiz vardir...
Ve de civciv calan kargalar!
For More.
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What if your entire reason for trying in this world was ripped away from you without warning and you were left cold, dry, and lonely in the middle of nowhere in a place you really don't want to be?
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"Those who would give up essential liberty to purchase a little temporary safety deserve neither liberty nor safety." Ben Franklin
[link]
I appreciate that...
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Art is an expression of regrets...
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"Who were you before you became you?"
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syrus
[link]
Just gotta stand out don't you?
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"Who were you before you became you?"
You turned the comments off, so I'll comment here anyway.
"again" doesn't do it for me at the end, breaks it... I think.
And if you die tomorrow then you are dead. Congratulations.
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syrus
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