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About Me Member Emotional Poet darkanddead14/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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Erasing The ForgottenForgetting the typography of a dust ridden dictionary. I found that note you gave me, and the promises it had made. Oh but those words you uttered, and the days that it forbade. Spinning haloes dissolve into a collapsing night’s sky like smoke from a burning tip. I’m calling the echoes of those that mattered, but I’ve found this room is dead of air. The reflecting mirrors are portraying the light from a woeful sun. In this room where words fail, and the will to speak is burned like a cremating corpse, the echoes have no sound. But there is one motive, only one motive to be found. And by this one motive, we are all now bound. As the letters in Erasing The Forgotten
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Those Fradulent GrinsThrow away the fraudulent grins and watch them wither with the people they’re deceiving.  Watch the embraces that were too hard to maintain, and watch the hands they are closing. Yet this is how we stain ourselves, with deceiving tongues that are constantly spoken, only to render the lies. And if I had known it then, I would have run forward and never looked back, as if the night knew no end. Now I sit and wonder why these lives came together, when there purposes were the opposite. But this is how we stain ourselves, with deceiving tongues whose only purpose is to be spoken. We know no other language. And we will find that there is Those Fradulent Grins
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Chasing EchoesSomething is needed to cure my aching mind:     I found a secret buried beneath the floor boards. It reads in a place where nothing gleams. It speaks of a story I can call my own. It tells of a life that has been chasing echoes of long faded voices. Hes watched them perish, and it pains him to know that he perishes with them. Years passing, souls perishing, bullets loading. Hope did not grant him the privilege, and despair would not withstand him. He found that he could not withstand either. Forever chasing diminishing echoes. As the floorboards creak, the ink is smeared. “Tears,” he cries. He has found himself buried in the fl Chasing Echoes
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Fallen DaysWe’ve fallen on days that are numbered and pre-collapsing. Security is the tide we are drowning ourselves in, and the salt is in our eyes. Belief defies our every truth, and nature defies our every belief. A constant lust for a close handed embrace drives us. (You cannot embrace yourself with closed hands).  It is a realization of what we truly are that is lacking. Striving to be all that is said, we feed off anonymously written scriptures. Putting trust in that which is intangible, knowing we will never acquire it. It is this strive that we base ourselves on, as our eyes grow immune to the salt. Reason drops us as hopes carry us fu Fallen Days
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Fri Jan 21, 2005, 8:31 PM
So update time. Lifes been pretty fucking shitty lately. I hate it when everything falls down at the same time, and it always falls on you. its a "full collapse". "im falling down and your not there to break my fall". man, i can soo relate to that album right now. "i am no killer". since ive been robbed of freedom of speech, im just gonna keep my journal here. and if this spreads around skool, then someone is gonna get castrated, and i dont care who, the first person i see will get castrated. mother fuckers. ::finger:: . my anger has been on the increase, along with my depression, and suicidal thoughts. i hate talking to happy ppl who tell me "itll get better soon, trust me". i cant trust u fuckers. i dont trust anyone anymore. i think ive been being an asshole to ppl lately. but thats barely any payback for what theyve done to me. ppl prolly just see me as that kid who hates the world, who walks around with his middle figner raised for attention, or whatever. seems im always being misunderstood. if i commit suicide, ill make sure everyone understands why. ill make sure of it. and as hard i try to tell myself to try not to let them ruin it for me, sometimes its just not enough. "winding up to explode". ive been feeling anti social lately too. liek i cant be around ppl. because everytime im around them, im just reminded of how different i am from them, and how i wish i was somewhere else. its so fucking annoying. if theres a god, he really fucking hates me. for no reason. jus tlike everyone else. hate me with everything, im better off without your animosity. i wish i cud slip into this coma, and not worry about ne thing. see anything. hear anything. its like im dead, but im not really. i got in trouble again, but this time for stealing cokes. fromt aht fat ass pe coach. god damn it. now i have mroe work hours. and i have to listen to those fuckers in judiciary. i swear one of these days, itll happen. im not as strong minded as i thought. one day im gonna break. they just keep winding me, wind me until u cant wind me anymore, and then ill explode. bathe in my blood assholes. ::finger::
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  • Interests: Music
  • Favourite movie: The Matrix
  • Favourite band or musician: Saetia, Indian Summer, Still Life, Antioch Arrow, Orchid, The Khayembii Communique, Tool
  • Favourite genre of music: Emo, Screamo
  • Favourite artist: Saetia
  • Favourite poet or writer: Billy Werner, Maynard James Keenan
  • Operating System: Linux and Windows
  • Wallpaper of choice: The one I have

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:iconkame-pyon:
~kame-pyon Jun 23, 2006, 11:58:25 AM
You...shouldn't steal avatars!
:icontinsel-wig:
~Tinsel-Wig Apr 3, 2005, 11:14:31 PM
Lovely gallery. :)

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:icondarkillusi0ns:
~darkillusi0ns Sep 10, 2004, 8:56:43 PM
I rather much like your music choice...and am currently looking over your poems. You'll probably see a comment from me sooner than later :)

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"My knuckles have turned to white, there's no turning back tonight- so hold on tight. Kiss me one last time- shut your eyes..."
- It's Dangerous Business Walking Out Your Front Door - Underoath
:icondarkanddead:
~darkanddead Sep 12, 2004, 2:23:49 PM
O Thanks. Ill check out some of your stuff too.
:icondarkanddead:
~darkanddead Aug 2, 2004, 8:19:44 PM
I
m not a white collar brat who lives in Bel Air. You don't even know me. So shut the fuck up. Judgemental assumptions like urs is wut pisses me off. Go choke.
:iconcranberrydreams:
~cranberrydreams Jul 10, 2004, 8:51:47 AM
Good grief, get OVER yourself! I bet you're just another white-collar brat who lives in Belair or some shit like that who always whines about his cheese. Get over your crap and get a REAL life.
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