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GoneIt seemed real to you but it was just a presence a phantom gone in the night leaving you wondering if it was ever there at all you would have sworn that it spoke to you distinct words said in hushed tones but it was windy that night and the fallen leaves were restlessly taking flight you were ready to allow it to cause you to believe again sent to you from inside the breeze to relay some sort of message but it didn't even knowGone
where it was headed itself so how could it tell you and as soon a
by ~Pure-Lunacy
His Cornerwithout reason, thoughts wander. soundless; images of words, creep in. wondering... what tragic...His Corner
history. belonged to you, in life. and... halted; so traumatically, causing you...
outstretched mists, intangible, only an energy. harmless... felt, by few... to reach out, to take this place, as your own. unpacking suitcases...
opened expectantly, to reveal only darkened fogs. placing objects... unable to grasp... they are only... memories. of items, once held dear
by ~Pure-Lunacy
No One Comes Here Anymoreit's been boarded up, for many years now. closed up; left. to stand alone. yet, still proudly. still aware, of those days. "such a fine piece of architecture," those who passed would exclaim. strong, flawless. those firm walls, now slowly crumbling. pristine, carefully maintained sidewalks, marked with quaint white benches. now, wind-blown litter, carried and strewn, over the splintering; rain-warped wood. once vibrant colors, reflecting infinite light. now faded; pale. paint peels; grated slices; falling iNo One Comes Here Anymore
by ~Pure-Lunacy
Shadowed ReflectionsBrightness fades turns, gives way. slowly, timeless, darkness descends. the vastness brings solace quietly, unheard... by those of the waking world. the daytime people, who now rest... in dreams, submerged, unaware. of the distant... of the solemn. of the still. but not of contented peace. the peace, the consistency, night's endless cloak delivers to...?? interupted only... by the translucent flames at its folds. the restless, the awakened, in this ocean, devoid of vibrance, always know, can feeShadowed Reflections
by ~Pure-Lunacy
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Our Night Sky Is A FuneralLittle girl... Those stars are all dead and gone... They died long ago...Our Night Sky Is A Funeral
Long before... You where ever born...
We where wishing upon ghosts...
And they haunt us all... Everytime the sun sleeps... They haunt us all...
Imprints can't grant our wishes... But imprints can feed us dreams...
Our night sky is A funeral... Our night sky is Alight With the fire of a billion corpses... With the fire of a billion deaths... Dead things so beautiful
by ~thetwilight
Monarch ButterflyDid you ever really know There are witches in the woods Laughing Clapping their drums To the beat of the wind... Claiming in-no-cence?Monarch Butterfly
Did you ever really know I believe in fairy tales? Snow white is still sleeping... With blood on her lips.... With dead sparrows on her window-pane.
Did you ever really know There are witches in the woods Laughing Dancing Claiming in-no-cence?
That prince was once a frog Somebody kissed him... Yet he still hung down In that marshy bog With all those silly talking fish...
by ~thetwilight
PortraitI resurrected your face from dust tonight And painted your portrait in tears It seemed the perfect medium To accentuate the contours of your face Oh, Yes To shadow you into the third dimension.Portrait
You. Ah, yes you. I know You Well.
Always gently weeping Under those cliche feigned smiles You always flashed the world. I remember how your lips would protest Those smiles Slightly urging your mouth back downward From its moment of safety within It's dreams of telling white lies Transforming your attempted normalcy Into a de
by ~thetwilight
The Perfect PreyThe ghost in the kitchen has spoken No Pots, Pans or Knives... Although i'm sure what it really wants Is to watch me jam the steely things Straight into my eyes And curl up rocking myself on the Cold, bloody tiles set next to Darkened portal watchways For hair pulling suicide... Like some sort of ghostly slapstick comedy special They can only enjoy from years of exposure To whatever dimension they crawled filthy and black from...The Perfect Prey
Ah.. but i hear the leaves rustling outside And i know i have my army... 4 million strong, but they can't come in. &nbs
by ~thetwilight
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- Current Residence: Sylmar, California
- Interests: Music, animals, art, poetry, drawing, playing guitar, cats, dogs, all animals, animal rescue, gaming
- Favourite movie: There's too many both new and old to name. so the most recent face is Kill Bill Volumes 1 and 2
- Favourite band or musician: Nirvana/Smashing Pumpkins/Foo Fighters/Chilli Peppers/Green Day, & MUCH more!!
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, and rock of any kind
- Favourite artist: durer (Spelling??), Van Gogh, Kurt Cobain, Billy Corgan, and Monet even though it's a cliche answer
- Favourite poet or writer: Poe, Billy Corgan, Robert Frost, I'll name more later
- Favourite photographer: there's A LOT of photographers I love, I'll name them later :)
- Favourite style of art: Photography, Photo manip, animation, flash
- MP3 player of choice: I don't have one yet :( for awhile I had a winamp on my computer with a mere 8 songs,sucky dial-up!
- Favourite game: All the Link and Zelda games, especially the old school ones, Pikmin, The Sims, UO, Final Fantasy
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo GameCube, The computer, UO, Playstation, and all of the Nintendos
- Favourite cartoon character: I love Strongbad, which my friends recently introduced me too, and Snoopy and Scooby Doo also
- Personal Quote: "But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep"
- Tools of the Trade: for writing:paper, pens. For drawing: soft colored pencils, pencils, shading stumps,charcoal, &
- Website: http://www.livejournal.com/users/pure_lunacy/
- Email: Spencer98d@aol.com
- AIM: Spencer98d
- Yahoo: EggFactoriesRus
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