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I don't forgive you.Innocence turns to ash, As a wound to the past, A layer of filth is inexhaustibleI don't forgive you.
Coating my soul with tainted affection
Anger fills my mouth, Exception fills the air Fire ceases to burn
As pity takes it's turn
Remaining changed I get up, as the Dust falls to the floor,
Your amends remain silent, But I don't want them anymore.
by ~indieXchick13
Good SamaritanHello my name is…Good Samaritan
Would you like a shoulder to cry on? Maybe I could sing a sad song, Because this journey is far too long, And you look so very alone.
Just helping someone in need Hope springs eternal
Planting a tiny seed,
If only in a dream.
Could you use someone just to sit next to? I don’t really care if I don’t know you, It looks like you need a hand. And I happen to have two. Just helping someone in need Hope springs eternal
Planting a tiny seed,
If only in a dream.
by ~indieXchick13
Monologe of Artist ExpressionToday I am writing just to write. Pressing my labored fingers to the corresponding keys to form words, which in turn echo my thoughts. But my thoughts are at a whisper. Letting my fingers lead the way, seemingly in circles. No story, no tale to tell. Dry is the well I dip my wishes and dreams that produce my serenade of poetry I sing to the world. That’s what I am, isn't it. A silent vocalist, unseen by peers, cheered by strangers. What an interesting idea. Only slightly depressing but mostly I remain mildly attentive at the idea. As I do with any Idea. Except love. Love I dream in color and music. How grandiose aMonologe of Artist Expression
by ~indieXchick13
Wikipedia Entry for the SoulI read the Wikipedia entry for love today. It was too cold, calculated, and plain.Wikipedia Entry for the Soul
Everything love shouldn’t be, couldn’t be. Thought that was pretty simple to see.
So here’s what Wiki won’t tell you. Extract the truth and send it through.
Love grows like a tree All that’s required is a seed.
It’ll extend roots in to the soul. Could tear them out, but you’re left with a hole.
Can try to fill it with things you don’t n
by ~indieXchick13
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- Current Residence: Your mom's place
- Interests: Finding new music, people watching, searching for new levels if inspiration, and so much more.
- Favourite movie: 70's sci-fi b-movies, action , monster, and the occasional chick flick but most of all Sci-Fi
- Favourite band or musician: Not even close to finding a favorite yet.
- Favourite genre of music: Don't have one. I just play what goes best with my mood.
- Favourite artist: I have to Pick?!!!
- Favourite poet or writer: haha MEEE!!! not really but I can't pick!
- Favourite style of art: The kind that makes you think, or at least it makes you lean in wondering what it is.
- MP3 player of choice: Muh Nano :P
- Skin of choice: Epidermis
- Favourite game: Hide and seek...or kangarooball....or sushi roll
- Favourite cartoon character: Anyone on foster home for imaginary friends
- Personal Quote: Stealing other's work is like a hickey you give your self : it doesn't count.
- Tools of the Trade: pen paper Word and a little imagination
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/randomspazziod
- Email: Smartzartz@yahoo.com
Okay so...
Tired
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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Stealing other's work is like a hickey you give your self : it doesn't count.
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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Stealing other's work is like a hickey you give your self : it doesn't count.
In the meantime, I'll be writing more creative works like poetry, prose, and stories.
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Life is like a zombie attack: escape is never an option.
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