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Self PreservationI've been slipping on  algae covered rocks  while cold water  numbs my toes,  if my grip happens  to falter  my body will soak  in most bitter solitude,  my skin will freeze  with want of affection.   
Perhaps I should have told you  I was drowning  in this vat of  fear and doubt  I filled myself,  it spills over when  I trash about  and let the demons  build a whirlpool.   
When I emerge with  tremors upsetting my land  and impatience dripping  with the acidity of pride-  please, just wrap me in your  uncomplicate Self Preservation
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Sing for MeOnce more  I find myself  missing the sky's reflection  
on the lake,  nature's perfume  on the air,  the mind's acceptance  of the heart  and all the apparently  meaningless in-betweens;  like the way my skin glowed  or cheeks ached  from smiling something real.   
Northern winds are sweeping,  carrying the hollowed out  promises of yet another round-  months of crystallized  fascination,  shoulders wilting with  the substance of a year that  has long since passed.   
Alas, all that I remember  seems plucked from the   Sing for Me
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CircumstancesIf my eyes open  to golden rays making  pictures on a dusty wall,  I know the day  can't possibly be that  bad.  
 
If my eyes open  to a heaven soaked in  deep pink, with mountain clouds  on the horizon,  I know the heart  can't possibly ache anymore  from such a sight.   
If my eyes open  to frost covered windows  and all imagined shades  of grey,  I know an easier path  can't possibly be found  in trails of broken glass.   
But if my eyes open  only to find yours staring back  I know you're better than  golden r Circumstances
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RememberRecall reflections, rippled waters  now bone-bare dirt and sundried sand.  Remember yellows, blues and reds  who's silken surface softly skimmed  cool water, beneathe trembling hands.   
Rethink the way your waters run;  flow with yourself, your soul, your skin.  Renew that day you fell in love  with something better than you'd known,  tango with rain, waltz with the wind.   
Remember now, as you did then;  you never  ever  needed him. Remember
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We are the Word Thieves
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A Scattering of MeteoriteLast night I saw the sky turn red.  The heavens heaved and all life bled  as meteors rained upon the world,  the cosmos' wrath raw and unfurled.  I could do naught but gaze wide-eyed  at cities razed and lives denied,  at trees ablaze and fields aflame.  When at long last I o'ercame  the fear that froze me to the ground,  I looked around and there I found  two lovers locked in tight embrace,  a blissful death etched on their face.   
This life of ours 's a tawdry treasure,  for there's no meter that can measure  the tears that trickle and descend,  the meteors tha A Scattering of Meteorite
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sixth sensei.  you can close your eyes and count the stars and  find where they connect to draw a face years  older than yours; this weary gaze is turning  in for the night but it won't turn away from you   
 
ii.  just please forget the taste of melancholy goodbyes  and words we haven't said; keep your tongue wrapped  around the flavors of boisterous laughs and every  "i love you" that lingers in this stubborn atmosphere   
 
iii.  and you no longer need these wizened hands to  hold you up and hold your balance on these rocks;  these tired bones are folding themselves sixth sense
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"Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold."- Zelda Fitzgerald

Remembrance Day

Wed Nov 11, 2009, 7:05 PM
I'm not exactly sure how to properly explain myself today. I wear the poppy to symbolize my deepest gratitude to the soldiers that gave their lives for my country's freedom and to remind others that they should not die in vain, but honestly...seven minutes of talking over the school's PA system is not remembrance. A moment of silence is not gratitude when courageous men and women gave up a lifetime of silence for us. How are my classmates supposed to appreciate the lengths these people went to when my own school will not give more than seven minutes of their time to talk about it? I wrote a piece about remembrance, but I can't post it because I submitted it for a themed contest in school and last time I posted something school-related some kid in my class ripped it off and handed it in to the same teacher, not the brightest form of plagerism. Either way, since I could not post it I'd like to give thanks to all those who came and died before my time, those who stood in the front lines and laid down their lives so I could exist in a world where I am able to express myself. On the eleventh day, at the eleventh hour of the eleventh month in nineteen eighteen the first World War officially ended; lest we not forget.

Peace.
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  • Listening to: 9 Crimes- Damien Rice
  • Reading: Leaves of Grass- Walt Whitman

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  • Current Residence: Ontario, Canada.
  • Interests: Writing, reading, philosophy, music, friends.
  • Favourite movie: Ten Things I Hate About You, Requiem for a Dream, Donnie Darko, Dazed and Confused,Detroit Rock City
  • Favourite band or musician: Anonymous Bosch, Pink Floyd, The Doors, Jimi Hendrix , The Beatles, ect.
  • Favourite genre of music: Progressive rock, acoustic, classic rock
  • Favourite artist: Picasso, Van Goh
  • Favourite poet or writer: George Orwell, Anne Rice, Poe, Jane Austen, Shakespeare, Pablo Neruda, Sylvia Plath.
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod.
  • Personal Quote: Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self."
  • Tools of the Trade: My pencil, notebook and mind.

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~PulseofExistence 2 days 18 hours ago
No problemo. :D

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I'm burning like a fire without end,
as I'm turning into storm clouds twisting in the wind.
:iconthe-mad--poet:
~the-mad--poet Nov 27, 2009, 12:08:35 PM
Thanks for the fave :D

and...I like your name :)

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our souls are nothing but light and sound
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~PulseofExistence 5 days 20 hours ago
No problemo. :D And thank you, it's actually one of the songs that my brothers'+boyfriend's band wrote. They just finished the recording and I'm majorly pumped for the hearing of said song. :D

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I'm burning like a fire without end,
as I'm turning into storm clouds twisting in the wind.
:iconthe-mad--poet:
~the-mad--poet 5 days 19 hours ago
Ohh really. :O

Well maybe one day i'll be hearing them on the radio. :P

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our souls are nothing but light and sound
:iconpulseofexistence:
~PulseofExistence 5 days 19 hours ago
Quite possibly. :)

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I'm burning like a fire without end,
as I'm turning into storm clouds twisting in the wind.
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=Scarlettletters Oct 30, 2009, 6:35:52 PM
My deepest appreciation for viewing and faving my work!

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"To really ask is to open the door to the whirlwind. The answer may annihilate the question and the questioner." - Lestat
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~PulseofExistence Oct 31, 2009, 1:09:50 PM
I assure you, the pleasure is all mine. :)

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I'm burning like a fire without end,
as I'm turning into storm clouds twisting in the wind.
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~ChibiValentine18 Oct 14, 2009, 11:12:16 AM
heyy i wrote a new story. read it n tell me wat u think??? i think u might likee itt. its called ambivalence. :)

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Give Me Songs To Sing and Emerald Dreams To Dream
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