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September 26, 2009 09:02 AM EDT --
Sometimes muses are not the ones that fill the emotional voids in your soul that are screaming for love; sometimes they are the ones creating those irrevocable holes.
Why is it . . .
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May 04, 2008 10:26 AM EDT --
That faithless night still haunts the corridors of my mind. White exposed as sharp points descend. My colour will call together all the creatures of the underworld, orchestrating their revenge. . . .
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April 26, 2008 01:20 AM EDT --
You destroy our yesterdays just to set the sea on fire. You're crossing over my enemy lines and re-inventing my boundaries. Moments like these, few and far between.
I remember nights . . .
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April 17, 2008 09:07 AM EDT --
Oh these bloodletting games of calculating the moments between love & hate. Only to find nothing more but negative space.
We're leaving tracks in the ones and zeroes that make up . . .
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April 03, 2008 11:49 AM EDT --
He moves along destruction calling his name. He steals the breath of the ones who wish they would've survived the wreckage that his existence constructed.
The harder you look the . . .
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March 03, 2008 05:05 PM EST --
You inflicted this disaster.
Once fervor enchanted this romantic collision but you pay no regards to the fresh rotting flowers that this communion has become.
Industrial . . .
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March 03, 2008 04:44 PM EST --
Starless nights//// broken down hearts. Waiting at the edge. You count the waves As I number my scars.
I'm as endless as the sea.
Cold air fills up your blackened lungs As . . .
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February 16, 2008 11:45 AM EST --
Shutting down // collapsing in this broken down soul No way in - no way out. There is a motion in the chaos of this sound. A tunnel but there's darkness at the end of the light.
Your . . .
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January 21, 2008 10:49 AM EST --
The eyes are burning, a representation of the soul on fire.
Nothing calms it down; nothing can put it out.
The soul burns faster than anything I know.
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December 11, 2007 10:01 PM EST --
Flying overhead. Tracking the composition of destruction while the elder trees begin to fill up the spaces that used to be the growing wounds inside our vacant hearts.
The voices from . . .
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November 26, 2007 11:03 PM EST --
The breath of uncertainty & i nsincerit y is my own.
I spent the last sleepless nights reading spoken word [crammed] onto year old filthy paper. Your voice is still the only thing . . .
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November 25, 2007 10:32 PM EST --
You think I'm insecure, I think you're insecure.
Chipped black nail polish with a blur of pale hands. Our open hearts shoved into our empty hands. 34 (plus) love letters . . .
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November 20, 2007 12:47 PM EST --
It's the tape in the cassette player that keeps you wishing it wasn't still you and him in your bed; sprawled across dirty sheets and surrounded by too-white walls. The fan kicking itself on & . . .
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November 20, 2007 12:28 PM EST --
Its funny how the tables can turn without your heart even knowing it.
Oh sweetheart, my heart is a graveyard... but I swear your emotions died before they could ever make it out of your . . .
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November 20, 2007 12:20 PM EST --
Last night I found those scars the ones that crowned your arms when we were younger- when two hearts were laced as one.
You placed your hand on my head but before a tear could roll . . .
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November 20, 2007 12:09 PM EST --
My father is an amazing street muscian, James Daniel Simmons. His performer name is Rain. These pictures were taken by me and in October of 2006.
Enjoy the pictures.
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November 20, 2007 12:08 PM EST --
It's after the lights go out when she's on top of you trying to win her way into your heart. But it'll never be like the way I am buried in there. Underneath muscles, veins emotions & too many . . .
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November 19, 2007 12:35 PM EST --
Keep telling yourself that I'm the one to blame when in reality you were the one who caused all this heartache.
Make me, break me, Love me, hate me. Make up your mind cause meanwhile I'm . . .
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November 18, 2007 06:19 PM EST --
It was dark as she finally reached New Orleans. She shut her car off after twenty minutes of trying to find a parking spot that didn't have a meter. She braced herself for the cold night air. She . . .
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November 18, 2007 11:44 AM EST --
When letters are tucked inside books in between pages that properly explain the events that took place years ago is when you realize that he didn't make the greatest first impressions on others as . . .
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Danielle A.
Central Florida
Raising the dead since 1996.
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