My First real day off in a while"Hands are red with my blood, megaphone screaming my name."
~MrLacuna
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Icarus In DeclineIllness is a fuel, burning. A beacon to similar creatures,Icarus In Decline
Even a moth can transcend Brutal facades.
Depression in leaflet form, A wind sodden, concerns Trickle from every gale, Attacking the fibres,
Of my sanity.
A blissful state of deceit, Echoes of Icarus Imbue you with
Misshapen confidence.
The sun is beating on your back.
by ~MrLacuna
The Catatonic ViceWritten in a blood soaked metaphor,The Catatonic Vice
You seduce my dignity.
A trip wire, regrets tumble around you.
Solicit your independence, Engage in combat.
Meek references falter,
Extend a dormant frontier.
Darkened rain seems to,
Drown you amongst friends.
A decision made with contempt
Twenty-five lions
In an over crowded nest Line their paws with
‘Advice’ A vice best left to catatonics.
by ~MrLacuna
A Moral DilemmaProbed in all the wrong places, You words strip me of,A Moral Dilemma
An ill-conceived assurance. A grenade in the throat,
Sarcasm separates my pupil,
In a blaze of glory.
Divided by the wreckage,
Of a thousand pubescent thoughts. You and I stand opposed,
Spectators, armed with a morbid grin Gleefully cheer from the depths.
by ~MrLacuna
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:untitled:Nostalgic innuendo of unpleasantries reside. Antagonistic intercourse, a monetary lie.:untitled:
Far be it from society, to lance the sickly child. Pertinence and disposition? How do these coincide?
To stab, to wound, for macabre. I plead insanity. Thy disposition's pertinent for a sublimate plea.
by ~moaeltaile
AquariumThe glass echoes the perimeter, the absolute confinement, that serves as my support.Aquarium
There is no reflection, no illusory conception, to humour my brainless mode.
Suffocation betides me. Does thy drollery cease to end? And does thy stupid purgatory taint my putrid sap?
Rendered in thy systemic gaol, spilt in aesthetic bliss, a contortionist to thy fingers —
Thou did not know I couldn't breathe.
by ~moaeltaile
improvised xgo go goi'm not fond of the bitter taste left between my tongue and teeth when i think that man has lost poetry lost it to television and to politics eloquence has given way to arrogance andimprovised xgo go go
ignorance all perpetuated and punctuated by each and every
politician and priest and poet each and every time they speak in malice
i wish to once more unravel tall tales told of fantasy and romance of lovers and villains where the only oil burns in lanterns in
great libraries named
by ~TyrantOfPants
Freudian slipInstructable that’s what you areFreudian slip
It intrigues my soul
A sudden inrush of passion
You’re mine for ever more
Seduction send sparks of a frenzy
A Freudian slip
That you shouldn’t of heard
A secret of my lips
Now your being fraught
Decorous and quiet Running and hiding from me
Maybe were not aligning
by ~precioussecret
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- Current Residence: Small hamlet, just left of that place...You know the one...
- Interests: I have a few.
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, The Matrix, Catch Me If You Can, Adaptation, The Truman Show, The Green Mile.
- Favourite band or musician: Muse, The Mars Volta, Incubus, The Vines
- Favourite genre of music: I love intrumental music
- Operating System: XP
- Favourite gaming platform: XBOX
- Favourite cartoon character: Bender, closely followed by The robot devil. (I'm a big futurama fan)
- Tools of the Trade: Anything to scribble on.
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you have a cool style of writting
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when i die
ill go to heven
because i have
spent my time in hell
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"then he left,
ran from the entire world.
and never ever came back."
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**swoosh**
Will work for
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
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I am ~MUSICxxJUNKIE now. Add me.
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you're my favourite deviant. no, really, i don't say that to everybody!
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Please, don't drink the emperor.
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