| Vivian's Poetry |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
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Your words you spell out loosely Yet they tear my heart in half You arent bein sweet to me anymore Nothing you say is makein me laugh You heartlessly trample over my secrets You shamelessly spill out my thoughts and for me to foolishly come to adore you when you drill holes through my heart you cause My eyes to swell My tear ducts softly bleed to the rhythm of your words and though i shout back at you i dont mean what i say i just want you to hurt i need you to hurt as bad as me and when there are no words left nothing ither of us can say i pull myself into oblivion a sacred place where i am safe i tell myself it didn't happened i re-root memories from the past but your words still sting inside me because nothing good ever lasts.
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| Dying Inside |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
12:19 am | |
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Current Mood:
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It hurts so much... to be away from u, to be close, to have u with in my reach and truly not. I die everyday, everytime I speak to u, everytime I dont... I'll keep dying till my last dying breath.
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| The Cyber World |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
12:25 am | |
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Gamer / Playstation3/ Zip Files/ Archive/ Backend Programming/ Sensor just picked up a possible SQL worm/ Technology spamned by Force/ Cell Phones/ Memory Chips/ Crack The Code/ Plasma TV's/ Hi-Def Tones/ Addiction/ Cyber Life/ Font Issues/ Dust Bunnies/ Anti ASL/ BETA Tester/ Brain Dump/ Retina Scanner/ Video Streaming & Coffee!
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| The Son of Mask |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
12:56 am | |
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Current Mood:
Different
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Tomas Crown 
Rene Magritte [1964]
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| Staind- Epiphany |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
01:17 am | |
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Current Mood:
Disconnected
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Your words to me just a whisper Your Faces so unclear I try to pay attention Your words just disappear Cuz it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said So I speak to you in riddles because My words get in my way I smoke the whole thing to my head And feel it wash away Cuz I can't take anymore of this I want to come apart Or dig myself a little hole inside your precious heart Cuz it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said I am nothing more than a little boy inside That cries out for attention Though I always try to hide And I talk to you like children But I don't know how I feel But I know I'll do the right thing If the right thing is revealed But it's always raining in my head Forget all the things I should have said
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| Lost in You |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
01:27 am | |
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Current Mood:
![[mood icon]](http://piktures.deadjournal.com/mood/charitycam/goth_boy/sad.gif) disappointed
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In my dream… when I woke up, u were by my side, u were sound asleep on my bed, wrapped in my thin bed sheets, I leaned over and kissed ur shoulder softly, u were naked underneath but covered up, u made small movements but didn’t wake up, so I kissed ur cheek softly and then ur ear, u smiled a bit, saying my name in a whisper, u opened ur eyes and looked up at me as ur smiled grew, u had such a warmth in ur eyes, I smiled back at u, touching ur face, as I passed my thumb lightly on ur lips, leaning down kissing u softly, locking hands with u, feeling our kisses getting deeper as I headed down towards ur neck, kissing it softly all over, sucking on it a bit, nibbling on ur earlobe, whispering in ur ear, I want u, I yearned for ur touch, to be lost with in u, sliding the bed sheet off u, kissing u very intensely and then waking up...
-Jsun
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| Jenna's Dream |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
01:59 am | |
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So I'm walking. And though this place seems familiar, I've never been here before. Maybe I have seen it in my dreams. The area surrounding me is dark, a shifting myriad of shapes and a presence so overwhelming that I can't help but be curious. And as I walk forward into the darkness, my footsteps are sluggish, almost hesitant to travel further into this location of which I'm not sure of. But there is one distinct shape in the foreground. A shape of a man. Someone who seems dangerous and equally pleasant, at the same time. An inner voice tells me, whispering in my ear that I know this man. My foot catches on something, and I look down as I work to dislodge it. When I raise my head once more, the man is gone, and I look around to locate him. However, he has disappeared and the world around me seems to grow darker. I try to call out, but when I open my mouth, a rush of water flows in and I can no longer breathe. Suddenly, before my eyes, the man reappears and I can clearly see his face. He has stormy gray eyes and the darkest hair I have ever seen. But what's even more dark than his hair is the smile that is plastered onto his face as I see his lips form the word, "Die."
And all goes black. Maybe I shall see him in my dreams again someday.
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| Zhang Ziyi |
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| Jan. 20th, 2009 |
02:18 am | |
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Current Mood:
hypnotized
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Asian Beauty
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