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Left or RightJade lights his cigarette. Oak shifts and presses down the accelerator. Smoke flows out the windows as the music flows through their minds. Small talk and "left or right" ring out and spread along the road.Left or Right
Tires scrape to a stop on dirt and gravel. Discussing the sky they exit and walk to the beach. Children are playing in the cool water as fall rears its head. The sun warms as Jade lies back thinking of love and loss on the warm planks of a foot bridge across a lake. Oak smiles and takes pictures of the sleeping Jade.
by ~LandianthePoet
The BridgeThe sunlight spears downThe Bridge
through the latticework of rusted steel. The wind flicks
golden hair out of whiskey eyes as they lock with mine timeless. Trust, hope, love blend into a spell, launched from your whiskey eyes. Jade blinks and smiles before launching into oblivion. Free fall. Plunging stops his heart. Brown skin breaks the surface Jade eyes take in the sunlight reflected off the lazing river. Alabaster laughs and trembles wavering, resisting, fearing before taking the plunge She breaks the surface, sputtering and sm
by ~LandianthePoet
DistasteThe night presses heavily on me as I sit here, disgusted with my senseless mediocrity, monotony. A foolish, paradigm of a dichotomy. Alive, laughing, smiling, crass, crude then the door locks. And I break, tears and claws. The old glass tinkles in a drawer when I slam it in with my bad habits and empty promises. This is just the beginning.Distaste
Fingers, mine, crack open the cabinet the whiskey should drown my regret. A roll of tape and I'm good to go. The walls sway with the threatening migraine. I'm not sane, as I should be this thought occurs to me &
by ~LandianthePoet
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- Current Residence: On the Shores of the Willimantic
- Interests: Music(Signifigantly), gaming, hanging out with my friends, proper English, gaia.
- Favourite movie: The Notebook, Braveheart, Garden State.
- Favourite band or musician: Ben Gibbard then Eve 6
- Favourite genre of music: Indie-Rock
- Favourite poet or writer: Sm Stirling
- Favourite style of art: Eastern
- Operating System: Assuming that caffenation is not a valid answer, Windows XP.
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Nano, too bad I dun have one.
- Favourite game: Fallout 3
- Favourite gaming platform: xb0x 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Mulan
- Personal Quote: Copper will not hold where steel must.
- Tools of the Trade: Keyboard, darkroom, enlarger, d-76, and my fingers
- AIM: RewiredPhoenix7a
- MSN: lyricalsouls@hotmail.com
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Chii wants to be with Fye .. run forever <3
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And he said, I am the scourge of god. Come ye Saints.
People can be and sometimes are gritty and grouchy and you might want to plow their heads in with a stick. But that’s what makes people truly falling in love so interesting.
I write a lot of poetry. I'm pretty darn good.
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And he said, I am the scourge of god. Come ye Saints.
People can be and sometimes are gritty and grouchy and you might want to plow their heads in with a stick. But that’s what makes people truly falling in love so interesting.
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Lytjan Morillin
The mental projections of my digital self.
The illegible spewings of an insane mind
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And he said, I am the scourge of god. Come ye Saints.
People can be and sometimes are gritty and grouchy and you might want to plow their heads in with a stick. But that’s what makes people truly falling in love so interesting.
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3 years. I haven't forgotten. I can't even if i want to. I love him. I miss him. Things change over time. Time changes things. But no matter how much time will past...I will never forget him.
R.I.P
Jeff Miller
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And he said, I am the scourge of god. Come ye Saints.
People can be and sometimes are gritty and grouchy and you might want to plow their heads in with a stick. But that’s what makes people truly falling in love so interesting.
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3 years. I haven't forgotten. I can't even if i want to. I love him. I miss him. Things change over time. Time changes things. But no matter how much time will past...I will never forget him.
R.I.P
Jeff Miller
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I would love to start a new, problem is, I want it with you...
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