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Seasons Of RememberingWhen I look out over the Snow-entrenched city, I feel that my future's a lie. The grace of the point of that Crumbling steeple Appearing to puncture the sky.Seasons Of Remembering
As the rain pours down from the Hole it created, I wish it could wash this away. Alive like a river, it Batters the earth. And I think that the ghosts hear me... cry...
The sensual arch, curving so gently, Connects to a point in my mind. As it tips to provoke me, The echo soon fades. But it shivers through me... always...
It beats out a pattern,
Jason's Song -Temporary-When it rains on days like today... And I'm driving alone, so late at night. I just wish the windshield wipers wouldn't make so much noise So I could tell myself I hear you laughing So I could catch a whisper of your smileJason's Song -Temporary-
Sometimes I close my eyes to find some peace in sleep And completely unprovoked, I see you talking to me. I could observe your heart was beating just the same as mine. But it seems I've run the race and won 'cause now I'm quite alone..
It just pains me to think... How alone you must've been. And
Love EternalIt hurts awhile before it’s numb. Sadly, wounds take time to fade. I’d hoped that by the time we met- Reclaim my beauty for the grave.Love Eternal
Open, oozing, trailing blood, Corruption drains from blackened lungs. I heave a gasp and sticky life- Envelops blade- and now it comes.
Does cranberry still grace your skin? ‘d you cast your Dagger to the Sea?
But worry not, my love. I harbor no ill will nor cruel intent. Though painful is betrayal- The ground beside I save for thee.
Tombstone OathHard days of work that rape my soul, beating rays of hate push me further. The black hole from which I cannot see consumes my burdened mind again.Tombstone Oath
And I cannot see you anymore; the dust is too thick. A heart brushed off is just not the same. I only wish I had used it sooner, because now it\'s too late to get you back.
My life a spiraling chaotic abyss of feelings and emotions denied this poem to commemorate my remnants of you; a picture torn up and swirling away with the wind.
And I cannot see you anymore; the dust is too thick. A he
insearchoftheperfectwoman.insearchoftheperfectwoman
in search of the perfect woman, he settled for second best
[suitor] collector of broken dreams lead me to your empty bed there's so much more truth (to be found here) than the words that you said
but lying makes me feel secure (i'd do all this and more for her) but lying makes me feel secure (and i'm not sleeping alone tonight)
[hotel clerk] so just get on with it time spent is just money wasted a meaningless dead cliche
(a face in the mirror) but we're to
SalvationDo I dare and tempt the dragon, In its deep and tranquil slumber, With but a vague and naive notion Of what worlds could lie beneath? In harsh resurrection of a sleeping soul, The dormant fire of the eyes ignites, And my lone torch makes acquaintance With wrath in raging winds. Is Midas' blind vanity worth A half-certain suicide, Stumbling sightless towards the depths? With a haunting familiarity, fear-consumed And avarice-possessed, it seems time To brush away the spiderwebs And traverse the jagged corridors, To enter the haven's blackness once more. &nSalvation
longing for someoneA girl sits alone staring out the window, waiting for a reply. Nothing… nothing… ding Her eyes light up. Someone to talk to, now she’s not so alone. “Who are you again?” How could he forget. sigh.. click click click click… “Nobody… sorry for bothering you…” 10,000 different screen names, 8 different messengers, all running at the same time. 10,000 people she’s longing to hear from, No one seems to know she’s there.longing for someone
Phone rings. “Hello?” “Hey, how are you sweets?” “I’m great..” She’s lying. Not that
highway memories.highway memories
highway memories
verse 1: the minutes pass like hours and the miles go on for days and each face is just the same as the last and i\'m still trying to run away and everytime i close my eyes i still see your face
chorus: and my memory still slips at the sound of your voice and all it comes down to
is one bitter choice and i\'ll never forget the look in your eyes when you turned and you looked at me and yo
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We could be heroes... just for one day.
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Let there be no truth; just trickery in rhyme.
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Megan
.. is a Shadow Deviant
.. is a deviant since Jan 24, 2003
.. has 600 pageviews
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.. last host was *.proxy.aol.com
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There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
-starts to lift leg-
Heh, just kidding!
And you got the coolio jeans or are you referring to a different, unbeknownst to me pair?
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There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
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"I will not rest until vengeance is served, and neither shall those we pursue. Stand with me...we must not fail!"
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There is poetry in despair, and we sang with unrivaled beauty, bitter elegies of savagery and eloquence.
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