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Disposable BeautyHundreds of failed attempts to write, a sickening conclusion.Disposable Beauty
Muse in the form of feelings,
emotions, fears,
thoughts,
dreams.
Writing, a comfort tool, assisting in that darkest hour.
The winds, they've changed their course, I am rendered incapable. Be it the fault of my failed perfection? Or have I nothing left?
The day-to-day has become the same, the routine that defines our lives. Losing the ability to see, the swirling sea of blue -- overhead. The sharp hue of green -- beneath my feet. The
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Breathless DemiseI've burned a bridge too many I've told too many lies I've sold my soul, once more So I could hide my eyes I've burned a bridge too many I've been fooled by the disguise I've sold my soul, once more Now you can't hear my criesBreathless Demise
There is something wrong now Something deep inside Something begging to be free Something I can't hide Inside it's burning Burning with the flame Of all my lives its taken While its feeding off my shame
Etching on my outer shell Gives existence, an escape Sanity, the price to pay Taunting me, i
by ~SarcasticNarcissist
AmeliorationAfraid, eyes remained sealed shut to keep the outside world from gaining a glimpse inside.Amelioration
Inhale, try and keep the saline liquid from staining the soft cotton resting beneath.
Whimper, traverse into uncharted waters a world completely unknown and frightening.
Breathe, brace for the imminent destruction of the walls that shield
the deepest of emotions.
Descend, fall from grace and reach upwards for the hand that's been waiting to protect from the darkness.
Sle
by ~SarcasticNarcissist
So Purple. So You.The outside world, so dark and cold Dreamers never to belong Retreat to your sanctuary And watch tomorrow’s sweet suffering Melt away, deep into the rhythm of Your quiet, calming breath. This place is yours, so perfect. All though the world can never understand why you run, Run so quickly, Into the purple mountains And rest your head on the soft, supple grass. Close your eyes, sweet child. Allow slumber to find you – It has been searching for some time now. Lay still, my darling, This won’t hurt a bit. Relaxation feels so foreign toSo Purple. So You.
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- Current Residence: Moncton, New Brunswick (however, I'll always be a valley kid at heart)
- Interests: Writing, reading, completely mindless things, sleeping.
- Favourite movie: The Nightmare Before Christmas
- Favourite band or musician: Mechanical Poet
- Favourite genre of music: A little bit of everything.
- Favourite poet or writer: TS Eliot
- MP3 player of choice: iPod, durr.
- Email: missabrothers@hotmail.com
- MSN: missabrothers@hotmail.com
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