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"It's Normal"Curling in pain like you'll do someday"It's Normal"
burning away despite what they say
choices for yourself and in yourself, you've made
a life worth nothing, and dying in vain
. . .accepting this fame in exchange for black cells
accepting this pain to be someone else.
by ~FreedomFromLife
CageI've spent my entire life in a cage.Cage
I've set this place on fire, I've thashed against these bars, I've spoken words that would make an army toss down their weaponay.
And I've pushed my forehead against this cold metal and cried.
I've found a way out. It's the only way out. Many, many people will have to die. I will have to do some things I hate. Do the ends justify the means? The world I make will be soaked in blood and redemption.
Soaked in blood and redemption.
The good first? Or bad? . . .bad it is.
People will have to die. Everyone against,
by ~FreedomFromLife
dlrowsssSSSsometimeeeesI feel lllike all I ev//er want'ed was tttto bee] out of;;place[[ yesIw antedt o bee} alone (je/suis/tout/seul/je/suis/tout/seul/je/suis/tout/seul/je/suis/tout/seul) becaue bcae because i was ejlous, yes, JElousE, becaue bcae because iiiiiiiiiiii didddn;t have the didddddnt''t have the EXPERIENCE ERIENCE CE that oothers diid.dlrow
ssssssSSSSSSSSssometimestimestimes I WNT WANT WANT WAN TT WANT to bee] nothing. ii waNNt to blEed,
ii waAnt to be a pa?rt of something of something something dyin i want to be a part of so
by ~FreedomFromLife
The Art Of Standing Stillmove to observe all aspects of reality, but reality is what you believe. no place you can ever go will make you more complete. The Art of standing still, and closing your eyes, and waiting for the dream, is as much as anyone can want, and as much as you can acheive. moving reveals pain, and as knowledge intensifies, knowing all about life dosen't make it simplified. if everyone perfected The Art of standing still and closing your eyes not a single person would live, but not a single person would die.The Art Of Standing Still
by ~FreedomFromLife
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Wethers and Well WornShe peers down Through the sunspots and sorrow At the faded X tattoo Stretched from knuckles to wrist. Wonders were the fortitude went After all those years, But banishes old thoughts With another shot of whiskey From a half-empty bottle.Wethers and Well Worn
The door creaks. He enters with loosened tie Casting a briefcase to the corner. She peers up Through drunken apology At his vague double image, Receives forgiveness from that Knowing smile And familiar chuckle. For he’s just as guilty Whispers the
by ~Dumb-Poet
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- Interests: Politics, Sub Cultures, Foreign Languages, Music
- Favourite movie: Fight Club
- Favourite band or musician: Nine Inch Nails
- Favourite genre of music: Right now, anything loud
- Favourite artist: Trent Reznor
- Favourite poet or writer: Woody Guthire
- Favourite cartoon character: Fuck You.
- Tools of the Trade: B.C. Rich Guitar, Drumsticks, Ball Point Pens, and An Anxious Mind.
- Email: freedomfrom_life@yahoo.com
- AIM: xxpunkrockstarx4
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