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Devon awoke, shooting up to a sit, stiff as a board; short of breath and hot as all hell he tossed the cyan down comforter to the floor. The boy looked down in the dim light to examine his body; sweat ridden and a deep shade of red from the heat. His long black hair fell wet and matted against his cheeks and brow, further soaking his already drenched face. He threw his legs over the side of the bed, bare feet landing upon the black shaggy carpeting. He lifted himself from the mattress, slowly making his way towards the mirror embedded in the door. Devon’s eyes, bloodshot and much wider than tennis balls appeared fr
by ~AlterInsatiable
Can You Call it a Song?Can you call it a song If you cannot sing If the words don’t rhyme Will it mean anything If it has no soul Not a speck in twilight Can we summon the song When we’re lost in the nightCan You Call it a Song?
Yes, it’s still a song But not yet born Let it grow, let it flourish Time passing time It will whisper to the wind And call to the sky When it floats to my ears I’m sure I will cry
10/8/07
by ~AlterInsatiable
Stained PagesStained pagesStained Pages
Analyze the cold burn, of despair in my eyes. Like blood, it ran through my veins, told me to give up.
It sang its melancholy silence, to the books, unread, who’s words melt away with each day that goes by.
From the shelves they disappear, one by one. When no phrases are left, that you or I, care to visit. Or remember.
But the ink still remains, blackening the dusty pale page that once held the words by which we lived, by which we died. It watched with the same, &nb
by ~AlterInsatiable
Two WeeksTwo WeeksTwo Weeks
When things were peaceful The trees serene As the winter began to wane
For a while things had been on edge So close, yet restrained Like a broken bridge It would not let me cross
Such a monolith Such a hindering fear
Six days was all None more none less
I had waited so long to reach that bridge It was no longer for what I was searching
Six days it took To cross that bridge Each day a little bit harder
Once crossed I pained Pained for the bridge Pained for its lachrymose ai
by ~AlterInsatiable
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- Current Residence: Um, within the realm of the plane of reality which is all relative to itself therefore barely exists
- Interests: Biking, Skateboarding, Writing, Reading, Retro PSX games, Chinese
- Favourite movie: Little Miss Sunshine
- Favourite band or musician: Queens of the Stone Age
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: David Ambrose
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Touch 2G
- Favourite game: Spyro the Dragon
- Favourite gaming platform: Playstation 2
- Personal Quote: If we are and aren't then do we exist?
- Tools of the Trade: Paper, Pencil, and a little dash of life
- Email: woflover000@hotmail.com
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