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Attic Girl

She chose to end her life on that sorrowful, miserable day Where most people stood against the darkened sky To watch the scene that took place in the grass wet with rain And I sat there, in the attic window, watching, her only witness And I saw her look into the tarnished silver blade That reflected something back that she hated so much That she killed it, in the end And I saw a trickle of tear fall onto the the metal Before she drove it into the softness of her belly There was no place where her eyes opened wide Unlike most people, she knew the pain that would come inside All

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My ship has sailed awayHere comes my ship, it’s gliding to shore This is where I’ll catch my ship And sail away from here This is where I revolve and say farewell, turn my back on the world And sail away

But in the blink of an eye, in that moment that I said farewell The ship I was going to catch was sailing away It left me behind It forgot me, forsaken on this world that I wanted to leave so much My ship turned its back on me On the world And I was left watching it, until it became one with the horizon This is where I turned my face unto the world
I wasn’t sure which was m My ship has sailed away
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Beginning of my bookAnd I remembered.

The pain was incredible, as the blade was plunged into my chest…I could almost feel its edges as I writhed on it, like an insect pinned to a card. I remembered the spittle on my face as he thrust his head near mine, and screamed an unforgettable word.
“REVENGE!”
And my eyes closed in agony, my callused fingers fumbling around the sword, trying to find a way to save myself. But it was too late, for my seeking hands also told me that too much blood was seeping out for me to live. My time had come, after all these years of battle and war…Death had come for me.

“Come to the light…” Beginning of my book
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Things, Words, Lives, LoveI see a trail of broken things I see a bird with shattered wings I see a child without friend I see that this is not the end Of Things Forgotten Things Misplaced
There lies a dream upon the ground A silent plea that makes no sound A letter writ of desperate need Which the receiver paid no heed To Words Misspoken Words Erased
I see a person in the out Who no one ever cares about One who always admits defeat Just so that they won’t get beat For Lives Unhonored Lives Untraced
I see a heart that’s torn inside With Things, Words, Lives, Love
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A thousand deathsI’d rather die a thousand deaths, I said And they made sure I did Endless torture and relief only came in death But it was short lived, for I was always brought back To die another death A thousand deaths
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OMFG NO WAY

Thu Dec 1, 2005, 3:07 PM

the subject title was random. it was a ploy, a trap, to make you look and see what i have written in this completely useless journal.

OK PEOPLE

Define what it is to be human.

id like to see your answers. even though no one WILL answer. eh...oh well. twas worth a shot lol

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Current Residence: denver, never ever come here. it sucks asshole. there is NOTHING to do.
Interests: art, writing. reading. pulling pranks on unfortunate others.
Favourite movie: FFAC ar Stay
Favourite band or musician: NIRRRRRVANA!!!! woot
Favourite genre of music: whatever. basically, i love it all
Favourite artist: as in art like paint? how about clive barker? hes pretty coo
Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe, clive barker, david clement-davies(this man wrote a book that changed my life)
Favourite photographer: ME! jk iano
MP3 player of choice: wtf is that supposed to mean. i dont have a favorite dammit
Favourite game: if pranking is a game to you (it is to me) then i hope it counts
Favourite cartoon character: felix, POPEYE THE SAILOR!!! x a million
Personal Quote: "Hello. Can I stick my finger in your bellybutton?!?!"
Tools of the Trade: pencil hahahah...