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Medley in A minorMedley in A minorMedley in A minor
Half-formed thoughts sought solace in emotions, Crying eyes find denial of the will, Swiftly like a medley, changing mind and notions, Shut close the throes of the desire to kill.
I feel quite unsatisfied, Feels as though my heart has died.
Love is fiction, and fiction I love, Pure impassioned music aflame in my breast, No heart to burn, run rampant through my life-blood, Instead of bringing vigour, I am depressed, An ice-cold horror of and longing for happiness.
I look with hate upon friendly eyes, Maybe happiness is a
by ~elitehiro
Exhilaration and DespairExhilarationExhilaration and Despair
With the wind on my face, I’ve never ridden a motorbike, Smiling like that, you ask, doesn’t it hurt your face? Exhilaration obliterates the pain, leaving behind the pleasant memories with you guys. Treasured always, though they might be forgotten, Having to leave halfway through is ok, I’ll be there tomorrow, so tell me all about it.
Despair
Don’t ignore me, pleading, the time we have together is little but precious. A lot can change in six weeks so keep talking until it’s time to go, stealing fragmented moments, But time marches
by ~elitehiro
SwimmingSwimmingSwimming
Before you enter the water you know its warm,
And then the shock of the cold drives the wind from you. Wading through words, and the current driving them is powerful. So don’t strike me with them, but rather embrace me
Yes, when it does get warmer it does seem brighter. Looking around, is it just me and the water? But when it’s warm I don’t feel alone.
I offer myself to the water to be swept away, But I can’t read its intentions. Does it want me to leave? The water won’t – can’t – reply.
by ~elitehiro
Where's Your 2nd face?So where do you keep your second face?Where's Your 2nd face?
My smile, is vile, For all except a few, My smile defiles, Because it’s almost never true.
In my home, alone,
My face is quite unpleasant, In my home, I groan, The memories are always present.
There are times, in my mind, It’s like looking in on a stranger, There are times, I feel blind, The thoughts of a shape changer.
Yet again, on the train, On the inside I feel cold, Yet again, icy pain, Why are these questions old?
My smiles, for a while, Ar
by ~elitehiro
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Of all thingsI’ve had stolen: my space And been punched in the gut I’ve been struck across the face And gained more than one cutOf all things
I’ve walked into walls And fallen down stairs I’ve made many desperate calls And no one ever cares
Things happened, and yet... I barely cared Only slightly upset And somewhat scared
Until now An expected shock This incident, I didn’t allow But was an event I couldn’t block
The bad and good in life Should cancel out, right? Well, I still ended with strife The l
by ~Kabs
My Pocket Full of StarsIn my pocket full of stars There lies a paradise Which stretches far- Into the distance Where shadows reign, But somehow the light Defuses pain.My Pocket Full of Stars
In this place of contented calm There I lie, Tracing your palm. With fingers soft And eyes so bright, They're second only to the light.
The light that takes away the pain, Of life and love, For human gain, And in our hearts locks it quite sure, So that in love, We are not poor.
And in my pocket full of stars No matter the distance, Near or far, There
by ~isy-rulez
My Ray of SunshineSometimes I feel so bad, That the world, it seems so black I cannot see the path ahead, Or the happiness I lack.My Ray of Sunshine
My heart turns to solid stone, As cold and dark as night, I miss the love and joy in life, I miss the smallest light.
And when I feel so bad I cry, For everything that’s gone, I shrink inside my heart of stone, And weeping there, I mourn.
But all is not lost, As bad as things may seem, For there is one chance I missed, A tiny little sunbeam.
It grows stronger every second, As you slowly walk toward
by ~isy-rulez
Nothing ChangesNothing changes You’re in my mind, as always Not matter how many ages You’ll destroy me, one of these daysNothing Changes
Ones voice changes over the years But the effect doesn’t The voice softens before piercing my ears I should stop you but I go silent
Your movement continues to flow And still conceals my thoughts Even when it’s dark, you still glow Stealing my life’s sunspots
I should gotten used to those That heart-warming smile Those beautiful, brown eyes My soul shatters for awhile
As soon as I see those
by ~Kabs
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- Interests: movies, music, Gackt, Shiina Ringo, The GazettE, and writing.
- Favourite movie: Moon Child
- Favourite band or musician: Gackt, Shiina Ringo, The GazettE.
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz and Rock
- Favourite artist: spazy panda
- Favourite poet or writer: Kabilan
- MP3 player of choice: whatever holds all my songs and can be charged, atm iPod
- Favourite game: FF7 and KH2
- Favourite gaming platform: PS3
- Favourite cartoon character: Haku
- Personal Quote: Life is always worth living, even if only to spite your enemies.
- Tools of the Trade: My Mind
- Email: ampinator@hotmail.com
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[Life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all.]
[If death is another road to life, where does it end...?]
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When you can achieve anything with a click of your fingers, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.
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[Life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all.]
[If death is another road to life, where does it end...?]
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[Life isn't fair, it's just fairer than death, that's all.]
[If death is another road to life, where does it end...?]
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People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
That's how they define "reality."
But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true?"
These are vague concepts...no one stops to think that their "reality" may all be a mirage. -Itachi
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People live their lives bound by what they accept as correct and true.
That's how they define "reality."
But what does it mean to be "correct" or "true?"
These are vague concepts...no one stops to think that their "reality" may all be a mirage. -Itachi
isy
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"And in my pocket full of stars
No Matter the distance,
Near or Far,
There'll always be a place for you,
And possibly now,
A forever, too."
--"My Pocket Full of Stars".
See my gallery.
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so sick of justice i just want a burial.
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when i was a little kid i didn't want to be a fireman or a policeman. i wanted to be a syndicate assassin.
lol
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'Mister, are you on drugs?'
'No kids, drugs are awn me!'
'YAAY!!'
I do not promote drug use.
OK, maybe a little.
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