EchoesThese scars These lines Merely echoes Of what I feel inside Of the voice of pain I hide Echoes of memories Remembered on this canvas of flesh, a painting Of blood, of blue and black Of my heart's flaws The qualities I lack But the painting dries The voices fade All thats left Are echoesEchoes
Butterflyget me out of here too fake, too bright i need real light take flight! take flight! too near, too far you carry life’s scar battered wings tell of broken things hold you for a little while but set you free away from this captivityButterfly
Mirrors never lieWhat do I see? Eyes that smile Hands that hold, caress An even stride?Mirrors never lie
No, I see pain framed by lashes Which are a lie I see skin thats scarred From hands that cut I see too much of everything But beauty
I see myself When I'm alone Mirrors never lie.
simplei have a life within myself a life outside myself i have something crawling inside my skin and tickling outside it not feeling reality not feeling anything just listening to what's inside voice like gravel scrape along the walls of my innocence what's gone is gone and all i have left is a simple life a life of not believing in love a life of not believing in myself just this this nothing i am nothing i am gonesimple
Face Of A Transparent AngelEyes that scatter and scrape, Edge their way past strangers faces. Sinking further beyond limitation, All she sees is beauty that will never belong.Face Of A Transparent Angel
She hides behind a veil of cigarette smoke, Hoping that impure clouds can hide the mist in her eyes. She smudges make-up to form daggers in her expression. All she wanted was a smile from a stranger; Her tongue cut upon reflection.
She's leaning forward in exiled anticipation, Playing with her hands and rotating her lighter. The shadow man sits down beside her, Hands like claws in possesive shelter. Her ey
I wants it
hahaha i nevr tire of that phrase!Tank ya for introducing dis site to me! i love it.Anywho thank for the family chat we had the other day.your the only one ive talked to about it and it was nice to talk to someone whos understands.k.i.t
love pippin
p.s my new email add. is HaveUSeenMyGnome@aol.com
isnt it fantaboulaous???!!! im very proud of it. ; )
its early. my eyes feel glued shut.
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"we can't stop here...this is bat country!"
jonno
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"don't you cry...its always such a lonely moon...or sullen like a broken bone..You know luck won't always come your way..but dry your tears away...butterfly-dave matthews
just crazy...
because i know i miss it
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its not the story its how you write it
tom, AKA burningraven is the bestest of the best and spanker of the monkey and she writes like a bitch, GO TOM!
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I miss all you guys...OS is great but it isnt home you know?
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