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The Q-TipHe packed up his things and left Two suitcases and nothing more A fraction of what he started with And lost it all in a sea of blind love The few belongings left merely memories Of a time poorly spent For a person undeserving Of his life and loveThe Q-Tip
On the trains and planes and busses home He forced himself not to remember Not to cry or breakdown For his love was wasted And she deserved no tears from him She deserved no grief or sorrow She couldn’t win that satisfaction Of knowing the pain he hid so well
He arrived home and was gree
by ~themetalhead13
Space ManI am a Space Man Rocketing out of the atmosphereSpace Man
And into the depths of the universe All its secrets are mine I can see all and feel all I understand everything
But something pulls me back Back to Earth where I do not want to be And if I get too close, I’ll crash and die Suffer the misery and pain Of coming back down to the ground Back to Earth where I do not want to be
Fix the problem I need to take off again I need to feel the rush of ecstasy I need to fly through the universe And be one with the cosmos again Be one with
by ~themetalhead13
Nothing More Than HumanWho decided the grand scheme of things? Who said “love” was what we need? “All you need is love”; “with love, there’s hope”; “love will set you free”; “better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all”…Nothing More Than Human
Damn the people to say that! Damn them all! What is love?
Torment?
Pain?
Suffering?
Where are the people who have actually gained anything from love? Yes, stay hopeful. Love gives you that. And when it fails what do you have? Agony? Pain? The feeling of being incomplete? Is that really worth the effort to l
by ~themetalhead13
Serenity Dark, Serenity RealSerenity Dark, Serenity RealSerenity Dark, Serenity Real
“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change” Enough said.
Take that phrase, and turn it over What is it like to be weak enough to ask for help From a God that may not exist To be desperate and cold and alone
“The courage to change the things I can” Not quite.
Courage does not come from a God It comes from the twisted bowels and lost hopes That ruins your very existence And makes you want to change
“And the wisdom to know the difference” Never. Not while
by ~themetalhead13
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Will I Fly?Poised upon the stony point I gaze into the heavens Hoping for escape from life Life, like fettersWill I Fly?
Binds me here To this place
I've grown to fear
Fear and loathe This horrid place This prison of Time and space
This is where
Dreams come to die And now must I To dream or die
In younger days Love was to be Forever between You and me
Yet you've now gone And I remain You're my angel I love's bane.
Knowing you are always there We swore togetherness anywhere Now up
by =Wyddahwyr
Knocking on Heaven's DoorI held it to my hands, As the blood trickled down, The light reflected into my eyes, As I turned the knife around, So many thoughts, So much blood, Flowing down my arm, Dripping to the ground, The pain in this life is all too real, The pain in my life never clears, I look into the sky, And pray to them, But no one answers, The rain only comes, The sadness in my eyes, Speak louder than truth, The pain inside, Soaks me through, The heavens will cry, As I put that knife, And lunge it through my eye, No matter how much I hKnocking on Heaven's Door
by *italion905
Who am I?When once we were, walking togetherWho am I?
talking together
but now we are apart,
I sit and think alone and by myself,
watching you from a distance,
and I ponder
letting the thoughts only linger.
We were once together,
"never more"
did that raven doth quote as I read in my books,
I often wonder and take a look
just today I did slay my friend,
his blood staining my hands red,
he was my friend.
I wonder as doth most do,
I wonder as most seem do not
I wonder what it would be like,
if fate or what it is called that guides our lives, &nb
by *italion905
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- Current Residence: Germany
- Interests: Guitar, Playing gigs, Music, Film-making, Photography, Sex, Beer, Rock N' Roll
- Favourite genre of music: Heavy Metal, Hard Rock, 80's!
- Favourite style of art: Horror, Ghostly, Surreal, Anything "Weird"
- Operating System: XP
- MP3 player of choice: iAudio
- Personal Quote: "Go kill yourself and save me the bullet"
- Tools of the Trade: Ibanez Iceman; Photoshop 6; Premier 6.5; Pen and paper; My fucked-up, melancholy imagination
- Email: themetalhead13@yahoo.com
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Finde die Warheit; Ihr hattet es wissen mussen...
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i knew i hadnt used that word wrong.
ashley
I took the time to read through and look at your work. First and foremost I want to say that your writings are deep, i can't relate to them all that well (i guess im deprived or sheltered) but from an outsider looking in...they still have a strong effect. Your fotography makes mine look elementary. talent at its greatest
Love, chels
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Take a look at the
MAN IN THE MIRROR.
then.
HEAL THE WORLD.
why does someone always
GOT TO BE STARTIN SUMTHIN.
And I do move people.
My work cannot be displayed on a forum such as this. For one, you cannot capture the complete presence I bring to role, and for two, even if you COULD do the former, you couldn't display it on this web site.
An art called acting, as old as time itself.
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to hold you while you're sleeping... to be lost in this feeling... i wish that we could stop time tonight
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