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rusting vortex.there are no more words to attest to this sorrow; an endless array of a churning tomorrow.rusting vortex.
I see concrete hallways and paved contradictions and all the lost voices, the minor afflictions.
you are the addiction of populous hate, and with wide eyes and sweet words, our patience abates.
the few who you keep wrapped around your obsessions can only provide superficial recessions
in augmented sureness, a thrill of the stage - again, we must lose you to self-absorbed rage.
with a balanced eq
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all that is gold.once more, may I venture back to that world, unique in its censure, a planet unfurled.all that is gold.
a new reprimand of inventive demand in the cogs of humanity, so meshed in insanity, and slippery in their ways of obtaining their wants in ways that remain so sustaining.
somehow we land with
torn paper wings and
flickering thoughts of sputtering things
and words circling, spinning around
and sounds of sleek silver tongues, words of dust that we litter, ingenuous glimpses of ghosts and a shimmer of hymns and of psalms of
by ~miss-momentum
sand storm.navy cloaks the night and owl eyes illuminate vine-shadows in the midst of a midnight of integrity.sand storm.
a tangerine moon sets on our barren land, our dusty, dry abyss - rain seems hard to come by in such an unrelenting place as this.
the moonset is a mix of shadows and lights at ends of tunnels and false hope and everything else it took to end us.
all the words that brought us here brim with tension - I twisted them into lassoes and cantered across the west in search for answers, but I just ended up back home.
I
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anarchic hiatus.I have this fire shut up in my bones and lightning in my veins - my heart beats thunder and my eyes blink rainstorms; the maelstrom of contemplation torrents around my lips andanarchic hiatus.
I fight for flight with histrionic
passiveness and words like I think
I feel this way all the time.
these thoughts are fool's gold to me and these roads cannot take me home anymore.
maybe I need something new or maybe I need empathy but
these nightmarish denotations of sympathy have me shaking
and covertly laughing
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- Current Residence: over the ocean.
- Interests: dance, running, drawing/painting, singing, music, books, astronomy, learning, traveling.
- Favourite movie: august rush, p.s. I love you, eagle eye, bruce almighty, forrest gump, indiana jones, star wars.
- Favourite band or musician: coldplay, john mayer, onerepublic, maroon 5, the almost, missy higgins.
- Favourite genre of music: anything and everything.
- Favourite poet or writer: zusak, dessen, piccoult, albom, rowling, shakespeare.
- Favourite photographer: =alsebka.
- Favourite style of art: original.
- MP3 player of choice: my iPod. <3
- Shell of choice: pear whelks and angel wings.
- Personal Quote: flying is learning to throw yourself at the ground and miss.
- Tools of the Trade: pen, pencils, paper, watercolors and paintbrushes, pastels, music & piano keys, and many words.
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Lord of the Rings: Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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Lord of the Rings: Return of the King by J.R.R. Tolkien.
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