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HeatLives have passed by Time One thousand years Leaks still pouring out Running FloodingHeat
Broken and torn an excistance of cracks in our walls Like a child forgotten and lost in a corner Bleeding, leaking an abscess stuck to sick minds Justified and fair a consequence now is at hand
From afar A stench of guilt Built by thoughts Ignored at once
Thoughts will be gone We are not the same as before
Thoughts will be gone I am not the same as before
All that we've
by ~Aprilpoetry
Cordial and sincereAnd when we once where cordial and sincere we wouldn't believe that anything else could count.Cordial and sincere
But then this indifference appeared around us; confused us with it's honesty. And slowly it became more obvious that what we do here doesn't matter.
So we where transformed from hearty but yet solemn minds to some kind of walking cadavers; staring at a blue, shining screen of error.
by ~Aprilpoetry
Stoneclothed silkIn silk you where clothed and your silky hands you ran down my spine.Stoneclothed silk
In leather I was clothed and by a leathery hand your soft touch was greeted.
Hardened my face was; the abilities of a mountain. Watery your tounge was; a river running between my stonelips.
by ~Aprilpoetry
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Halmstad in Sweden.
- Interests: Writing (all kind), music (my biggest hobby).
- Favourite movie: The Aviator, Forrest Gump, The Machinist and Så som i himmelen (As in heaven).
- Favourite band or musician: Opeth, Metallica, Katatonia, Elliott Smith, Loke Nyberg, Radiohead, Bloodbath, Sufjan Stevens.
- Favourite genre of music: All kinds of metal except nu-metal, some rock/post/alternative/pop like Elliott smith/sufjan stevens
- Favourite artist: Bud Grace.
- Favourite poet or writer: Mikael Åkerfeldt, Robin Hobb, George R.R. Martin.
- Favourite game: Quake 2, Quake 3, Quake 4, AoE 3, Starcraft.
- Favourite gaming platform: Tha computer
- Personal Quote: If music was my soul, I'd cry myself to sleep.
- Tools of the Trade: A not very good writing style
- Email: Zathron@gmail.com
- MSN: zathron@gmail.com
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i am za-zen
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One day we'll turn around and realise, we were only ever following ourselves.
Ah dear.
I just chucked this one up as I couldn't be bothered making a proper avatar at the time.
I'm sure I'll make one soon enough not to worry, Haha.
Peace.
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One day we'll turn around and realise, we were only ever following ourselves.
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som snusmumrikken nesten.
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Across the leafy pathway
their deeds smeared in blood.
For all to behold
the council of the cross.
Most have sensed my coming;
the pest through the air.
With despise for squalor
lashing out at the poor.
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I walk around in circles
while I just happen to turn and see
My obssession and my true love
Sweetly leaning in to kiss me
Regards,
David LIngdell.
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Across the leafy pathway
their deeds smeared in blood.
For all to behold
the council of the cross.
Most have sensed my coming;
the pest through the air.
With despise for squalor
lashing out at the poor.
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Flabbadacious!
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