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Teardrops by melingunderground, literature

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Teardrops

TEARDROPS: It seems like paradise Its blue- white crystalline-- Falling from my eyes Like the rain falling from the sky : Here is life with all its terror and beauty It's a gamble It's a blessing A flooded delirium of pain Deep eyed-pocket full of stars-- It's shining Water overflowing Creeping down my face Leaving colors and brilliant passages Pinned by the game of consequence Infatuated by the eyes to overview the disposition : A gliding river burst within me Standing by the door Reminiscing ail Give up all the pain Waiting the exhale : The wound of creative heartaches through a loveless combination Smooth…

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nova smile by Barnaby, literature

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nova smile

6am: Rising to crackled reception, I breathe, stomach rising and falling, this, the mimicked serenade to sunrise, performed the whole world over. 8am: In the kitchen, stale bread and a coffee cup invite me to breakfast. Reading headlines, I count morning on both hands, four espresso ribbons, draped over the pages, filling where ink cannot. 12pm: I lie on the small square of grass look

How I hate her...... by Fealasy, literature

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How I hate her......

How I hate her more than dried up lipstick, spam trying to sell. more than the bitter taste of milk gone to hell you want me to feel well And then you tell tell "don't worry about her trace on my cock and her blood on my heart we are no more, and broken appart" How I hate her more than dolls prettier than mine. more than papercuts, maggots and people feelin "fine" you tell me it's over done and bye but I still see her in your eye eye it's such a lie lie How I Hate Her More than sickness in a wound, kids gone mad. more than the worst past memory I've ever had you tell me she is dead eaten and decomposed, less than dus

Fallen Angel by jphnx22, literature

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Fallen Angel

Fallen Angel Crawling in my forlorn appearance I hide my soul behind these tattered wings Tattered and broken as they are Plucked of light, stained in tears and blood. In quiet despair upon the cold earth Smeared in dirt I crouch upon my weary knees And clutched timidly between my fingers Rests one last jewel of Hope. A single unblemished plume plucked From the silver light of dawn A feathered ray of light from beyond To illuminate the void that has me bound. This precious barb of silk Once lost as I was and forgotten Blazes now to immerse me in radiant bliss To wash away the pain, draw me from the abyss. So now I fade away…

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Current Residence: Republica ng Pilipinas
Favourite genre of music: Melancholia, Psychedelia, Trip Hop
Favourite cartoon character: Mötley

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JW. Waterhouse, S. Dali, M. Ryden, Banksy

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Dancer In The Dark

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Björk, Radiohead & Pink Floyd

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Aldous Huxley, Jules Verne, Lewis Carroll

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melingunderground

Jun 23, 2005

ayyy!!!!!!!!!

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dat yawa! naa ra akong account nlimtan nko ang password...letse nagbuhat buhat oud kog bag-o nga acount....hooooohhh boguka uy!!! :boo: :stab: :rip: :stupidme:

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melingunderground

May 30, 2005

A Letter for Nonone?

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Hey, You're just on time Now it's a sigh of relief. I don't know how to start this thing. For there have been too much substance on a shadowy mareI am writing to discharge my dilemma and beg earnestly for juicy words. I've been thinking about a lot of things yet there's no such liquid on my pitch; there have been a lot of shadows in me. I was lost in my own woods and soared through my insensitivity isle. And I've always defied the norms. Forthwith, It's o'er. I've felt my power over odious passion's slipping away. I'm twisted Now I'm basically on the very ground. Mere vastness and blank state; Moreover, I've been oblivious