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we just need some timeAny day now, you'll come knocking at my door Bringing news from your side of the Camp, which I once belonged to. Don't say i wasn't at least an unofficial member Even if my expiry date has come and gone. Forget the days and months we spent Graffitiing each others memories with expectations and Hopes for whatever they threw at us. Ignoring time as it ran off with everything we had in Just a single second. Keeping all the best parts and Leaving us with the scraps. Maybe time was right all along; Nwe just need some time
by ~unmasked-feeling
A style called RejectionYou drew me a picture in a style called Rejection. It ate away the parts of you I clutched close Seeped past what was you, Coming dangerously close to what is Me.A style called Rejection
A picture hidden in words which I let fall awkwardly in to the space around us.
I found solace in the silence I let build. Found solace in the silence you let me keep.
You asked a question I could not hear. You didn’t care for the answer. You didn’t care for the picture either &nbs
by ~unmasked-feeling
You, I rememberYou skidded past, through the cold To where I lay. Covered me in questions which you had carried so long, And we both had forgotten.You, I remember
You haven't changed. Though little remains the same. Pieces have broken, Reformed to make the same picture
I remembered. You, I remember.
We shared rhythm between us As we danced through oblivion. Your colours clutching close to mine. Reminiscing, pushing, blurring As though questioning whether I was the picture you remembered Me, you remember.
Of course, neither can
by ~unmasked-feeling
6 minutesYou send questions like kisses 11:50 Tell me you’re alone and I’m lonely With words spread over table tops In our game of memory Tick Tock6 minutes
Tell me these words are new I have a way of saying every thing Whilst saying nothing at all 11:52 (Two minutes of words sounds like a lot But two minutes of silence is even more)
Send me a picture Or one thousand words Not both It’s either or Tick Tock
I’ll send you a picture Or one thousand questions Or one thousand kisses
by ~unmasked-feeling
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UnspokenI meant it when I told you that you were beautifulUnspoken
the way you were,
all those times you cried black
mascara tears,
all those beautiful smiles you gave me so empty,
it hurt to look at you.
Those other friends of your's, the faux 'rebellious' ones - I hated them. Still do.
Really, I never forgot to call you. Never. I was afraid to.
You know, I still have it, that sticker print of us two making "sexy faces"
in the booth at the theater -
still stuck to my bedpost. Still.
You'd thi
by ~GerbilPoof
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- Current Residence: tasmania
- Interests: writing poetry, playing music.
- Favourite movie: Clueless
- Favourite band or musician: Iron Maiden
- Favourite genre of music: Moslty metal stuff, merging in to rock, and that sort of buisness
- Favourite artist: Claude Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: Don't have one.
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: itunes
- Favourite cartoon character: SpongeBob Square Pants
- Tools of the Trade: Pen.
- Email: em-from-narlex@hotmail.com
- MSN: em-from-narlex@hotmail.com
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Haha what a lame emoticon, I'd never hug you!
And i just changed it homo. I hope you trip today!
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What decides when you lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when they erase it all?
Didn't expect that, did you?!
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What decides when you lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when they erase it all?
I was a bored little boy, so I decided to make one of these to put a few of my pictures on! Nothing special at all compared to other stuff on here, but gave me something to do I guess!
-Theo.
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What decides when you lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when they erase it all?
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What decides when you lost the war?
When the first man falls
Or when they erase it all?
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