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Love...the first part...Let it burn, light the torch and set fire to the shelter. May it guide the moths attracted to the flames.Love...the first part...
In your ignorance I saw only love. The slowest way to kill yourself is impaled on a four letter word. Bittersweet as revenge, as cruel as winter frost, rarer than a four leaf clover in the desert. While is made me sit and think and think and drink, I realized the folly of such torture. Revealing, stealing, hounding at the child so innocent locked away inside so deep and white. Behind the bars built in retrospect of feeling in dealing stop feeling, Start dealing the cards we ho
by ~Fallen-Angel-Waking
What can this be? --Part 1A film covers my eyes but I still see, Something fills my lungs but I can still breath. Something fills my heart but I know I feel.What can this be? --Part 1
Oh what can this be? Some strange new twist in my twisted mind? Another answer I must try to find.
Ask as I may the reasons elude, Pardon me I mean not intrude. But can you help me oh please...
What can this be? Though I may ask and ask again, I search without I search within, But I do not know where to begin...
I seems so strange this newfound question, But I feel more and not less than. The man
by ~Fallen-Angel-Waking
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Violet EyesI see your soul though dark eyes, It summons me to come in. To search thoughout your mind, I am trapped inside my own. You can not make me escape, Because I have Violet Eyes. These eyes they see how you kill, And you kill us to rid of it. I see your next victim. Although I don't like the sight, I need to save her from you, Before you shut the doors, To our all seeing, Violet Eyes. We make you pay for your guilt, Within doors of silver shine. Trapped inside, never to be free, Because I saw you with Violet Eyes.Violet Eyes
by ~KiKiMouse
The UnansweredI have learned a lot over the past year. I’ve answered many questions, Yet some things are still unclear.The Unanswered
Life gets shorter, As the days go by. The only question I have left, Is the question why?
Why do we love, To just get hurt in the end? Why do we hate to be judged, When all we do is condescend?
Why do we judge? Why do we die? Why do we fight? Why do we lie?
Kill? Choose? Hate?
Lose?
I guess this question will not be answered. Not in time for me to break loose of this chain. Heave
by ~figureintheshadows
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Great Falls MT
- Interests: Writing songs, stories, poetry, playing guitar. Drawing
- Favourite movie: The Crow, Nightmare Before Christmas...
- Favourite band or musician: Iced Earth!!!. Hopesfall, Blind Guardian, Moonspell, Tool, Symphony X, Lacuna Coil, Nightwish.
- Favourite genre of music: Ethereal Metal, Black/Death Metal, Symphonic Metal.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe.
- Favourite style of art: Horror/Macabe(poetry)
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Favourite gaming platform: PC. ONLINE
- Personal Quote: I would rather have the love of one; than the sympathy of hundreds. Sympathy dies but love, doesn�
- Website: http://www.geocities.com/forgoten_angel_of_the_fallen
- Email: forgoten_angel_of_dark_desires@hotmail.com
- MSN: forgoten_angel_of_dark_desires@hotmail.com
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tell me what you think...I have son by the way...
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"There is confession in the glaces of our eyes, in our smiles, in salutations and grasps of hands."
-Ralph Waldo Emerson
---Rochelle
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How goes it?
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"....If I ripped out my heart and held it in my hands, would you wipe the tears from my face?"--Tearing myself apart, written Oct 16, 2004
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"....If I ripped out my heart and held it in my hands, would you wipe the tears from my face?"--Tearing myself apart, written Oct 16, 2004
i just wish someone else would visit me
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"....If I ripped out my heart and held it in my hands, would you wipe the tears from my face?"--Tearing myself apart, written Oct 16, 2004
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"....If I ripped out my heart and held it in my hands, would you wipe the tears from my face?"--Tearing myself apart, written Oct 16, 2004
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"....If I ripped out my heart and held it in my hands, would you wipe the tears from my face?"--Tearing myself apart, written Oct 16, 2004
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