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01-13-2005, 08:46 PM
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Join Date: Jun 2004
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_________________________________________________ Time’s withered arms surround me. And I feel them changing me... Seconds slip so seamlessly, And endlessly, . . . Into eternity... Substance offers no resistance, To it’s cold persistence... Slowly, It’s consuming.. Everything. *** Matter, Wraps it’s way around me... And again I’m pulled, Beneath it’s wake... Fading in and out, Of conscious thought; Of conscious things... I’m stretched and distorted.... There’s no way, To sort this out; This time.... There’s no way, To numb the pain, When I can’t draw the line.... Between yesterday, And today... Or drown it out... Or flush it all away... ‘Cause it felt like more... There used to be so much more! 'Cause if, Everything... Is something so small... Maybe everything, Is nothing at all . . . What if I’m nothing? Isn’t that something? What if I’m no-one? Isn’t that someone too? What if I’m somewhere? What if... I'M ALWAYS HEADING NOWHERE? It felt like more. . . . IT USED TO MEAN SO MUCH MORE! But if everything, Is something so small... Maybe that makes me nothing at all. (But, it felt like more.)
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06-16-2005, 12:38 PM
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Fade Away
It’s been so long,
I can’t, see your face. It’s covered with dust. I know it’s wrong, But my mistake, Was letting you, Waste away... . . . Fade away. *** Time has changed, Your sweet, little face; It’s covered with blood... Now, you’re gone, Maybe it’s fate... That’s letting you, Waste away. Fade Away... *** Started slowly . . . Every day you . . . Gathered one more layer, On your, perfect little face . . . It’s not important; Nothing matteres... But every time I look away, I can remember: . . . [I can’t remember] “Cause it’s been, So long... I can’t, see your face! -It’s covered with dust. From sitting, Out with your frame! -Gathering rust. It’s wrong, But, you’re to blame! . . . So drift away... . . . [Waste away] - (echo) . . . Fade away... ... [Fade away] - (echo) ...
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06-16-2005, 12:47 PM
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SelfDestructiveDepressiveDistubance
Why, Can’t I, . . .Rely . . . (On anything) Anything I touch... Just turns to dust... (Scared) I’m not scared, I'm steaming... Pressure’s leaking out, The holes, Inside my brain... Seducing me: [ “You’re not dead, you’re breathing . . .” ] Then why, does everything I touch... ... Just turns to dust..?
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06-16-2005, 05:04 PM
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Join Date: Feb 2004
Location: *not* in texas *poutpout*
Age: 24
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06-18-2005, 08:45 PM
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Well, first of all, this isn't about the pictures, but I love your poetry and songs and am looking forwards to reading more of them and also buying your book when and if it comes out. I'm not skilled with writing in general, so I won't even attempt to comment on yours . . . all I could say is 'I like that part . . . and that part . . . and that part . . .'
 .I like your pictures, especially the '2' and '5' ones (I have a weakness for geometric shapes and different languages; I think in this case it's Greek), but, in my obnoxious and pedantic way, I wanted to point out that one of the words in '5' is spelled wrong. Anyways, I'm very sorry for that, and thank you so much for posting your work here; it's been a real pleasure to see!
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07-30-2005, 01:22 AM
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Bad day...
Here's somthing interesting... ------------------------------------ Use Me ----------------------------------------- Use me, ‘Cause I’m worthless… Use me, You know you can… Use me; You know I’m used to it… (Used to being used) ‘Cause you know I can take it… Even if I can’t… I can fake it… And why should this be any different? [That’s just the] [Way] [It] ... [Goes] To think: You think you’re different… … Well you’re not *** Sleepless; But always dreaming. Mindless; But always thinking, anyway… It doesn’t matter… Hurting; But always trying… Deserting; You’re always lying to me… It doesn’t matter… Still doesn’t matter… Use me, ‘Cause I’m worthless.. Use me; You know you can… [Use me, use me] That’s what I’m here for…
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08-04-2005, 04:19 AM
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Still Breathing
Too many words, All at once… Blasting through my parched, And blistered lips.. Too much death, But not enough, Of living… And time is almost up… -You don’t care if- -I don’t care if- -You don’t care at all- You’ve got a plan, It’s time to leave me: Battered… … Bleeding… … Broken… ….….. …….. ………….. ….. … .. …But still breathing…
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08-04-2005, 04:21 AM
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Broken and Twisted
Leave me . . .
Leave me here alone. You can take your time. Have a good time.. There’s lots of time... Out here . . . Out on the wire. Things are all broken and twisted. You blinked your eyes man, It’s over, You missed it. Sand traps, and tar pits, Pulling me down. Pulling me through to the emptiness. I remember, When things were all different than this. I remember. ... I remember. Sand traps, and tar pits, Pulling me down. Pulling me through into emptiness. Pushing me on, passing me through. And guiding me, tenderly, through this. Leave me, I’ve been left before. You can take what’s mine. It’s happened with so many people, And happened so many times. You’ve taken what’s mine. Now I have nothing. That guy... Out on the wire? He’s pretty broken and twisted. You blinked your eyes man. ... It’s over... ... You missed it.
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