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StrongerI get so desperate sometimes and I think: That I want you But then I get so desperate sometimes and I think: That I need you.Stronger
It scares me. I don't like to be scared Admit the fear Because it's weakness My dependancy My terror of it. And I want to cry because: This isn't me. Weakness Having your number selected on my phone and willing myself: Don't press the green button. Don't dial. Don't press the green button.
So I throw down my phone In strength I pick up my phone In frustration and weakness &nb
by ~Praying4Daylight
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The Hero Wore MotleyAnd here I sit before my want and wand shaping words as sculptors mold their clay Creating with the mud of others’ creation and live for more of the same Even Clowns can dream of dramaThe Hero Wore Motley
And they do on occasion at least one in a million For I have and I bear the pale complexion of the jester
And the steps all but ring with my every pace I am a damned clown walking in sounded steps
Hoping some day to be the lead
The source and conduit of drama’s passions
Hamlet Iago Romeo It’s never going to happen For I am blond in a world of brunos
Too rare a creature to be
by ~Tuxxer
Go To Battle, Noble ClownHonorable Puncinello, are your mental muscles taut and ready for the fight? Is your double-edged quill ready to tickle the humerus and stab the parchment? Make the paper bleed ink, my boy, and wear your greasepaint well. Make the weary world forgetful of its troubles, clown, If only for the breadth and width of your wilesome words.Go To Battle, Noble Clown
Remind those in earshot of the world’s ridiculousness in which they swim. Go to Battle, Noble Clown,
And return with their slaughtered seriousness.
Should any fail to see your smile and share it with their cheeks Why this is thy time to try with pie and
by ~Tuxxer
Paper DemonsAll hail writersPaper Demons
Those who seek to fill the white bright void
Of the Empty Page
It’s tricky business
Using fragile words to pin down
Paper Demons whispering in your ear all sorts of interesting things Some are sharp some are flat and have a damned easy time Hiding between the lines you haven’t even written yet Ideas; the amorphous breath of a suggestion
Itching to find a shape and latch on to the nearest brain
Open to the notion
It’s not quite easy
Forging Paper Cages for your little thoughts
Each word has to be just right
So just Wri
by ~Tuxxer
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- Current Residence: USA
- Interests: Music, Art, Fishing, and much more
- Favourite movie: RENT, Stay, and LotR
- Favourite band or musician: System of a Down and Stone Temple Pilots
- Favourite genre of music: Everything but rap
- Favourite artist: I can't choose just one or two!
- Favourite poet or writer: Ernest Hemingway or Philip Larkin
- Favourite photographer: Gilad
- Favourite style of art: Conceptual
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My enemies dont know I hate them.
My friends find out (eventually) that, they are my friends.
My loved ones are reminded (constantly) that they are loved.
Thus is the mantra of my life.
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Don't put your life in someone's hands -
They're bound to steal it away...
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You asked me what was wrong and I said "nothing"; then you turned away and I whispered "everything"...
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"At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselv
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Why do we travel when it will always come to an end? Is the company we meet on the way or something else that drives us?
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