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deaththe blankness sets in  as the shock comes to pass  and i realise suddenly  that it'll never be the same  and there's a hole now  in my family  and my heart  over again  over again  over again  will continue  till it's over again  for me too  then i shall tear  other's hearts asunder  uncaring  dead  mourning death
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no ideaI have no idea  this is my state of mind  i have no opinions  that can count among the masses  i have no time  to spend on enjoyment  i have no joy  left in my heart  i have no option  but to follow the flow  i have no shame  for i avoid the causes  i have no fear  but of fear itself no idea
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.....Confusedness of mind  Breaking barriers to realism  Pens scratch bleeding lines  Into deeply wrinkled paper  Nonsense blooms to nothingness  Filling thought with blank spirals  Diamond darkness shines through  The bright glow of a screen .....
in Open on 3/5/08
beachyou say you love the beach for its solitude. the fact that every night the human contamination is washed away, and all becomes clean. pure. perfect. footprints its only imperfection. you would like to walk along it, every morning, so its calmness and vibrancy can wake you up. but you always feel that there's something wrong. you bring a friend, a lover, down to the sea, to share its perfection. share the magic. yet still there is something amiss. as you grow older your fascination never goes away. though you move into the inner city, you stare out to sea from your tiny top-floor flat as often as you can. every weekend you make your pilgrimage beach
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Journal Entry: Thu Feb 14, 2008, 8:22 AM
I can promise you no brilliance from this source, no soaring eloquence, no talent for the spinning of a story. What I do promise is all that I have ever written. My soul, I guess, in textual form. From the days when I wrote regularly. These poems and stories date back from 2003-2006. (it feels like a long time ago to me as I was 13 in '03... though comparative to everything it is but a second)

I shall try to add them in chronological order, though they are not well organised here so they shall be a little haphazard.



In short I promise you words. All of my words. For you to tear apart as you wish.





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~thesearemywrods:iconthesearemywrods: Mar 6, 2008, 2:19:19 AM
Thankyou for your kind words.
~thesearemywrods:iconthesearemywrods: Mar 6, 2008, 2:19:02 AM
Thankyou. I will endeavour to.. Though I have not written in a while.
*meeden:iconmeeden: Mar 5, 2008, 10:40:03 AM
a nice gallery of poetry! keep writing :butterfly:
=Deep-Emerald:iconDeep-Emerald: Feb 19, 2008, 10:06:51 PM
Welcome to dA!

I look forward to reading your work... :D

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