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About Me Member Emotional Poet etak929Female/Canada

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TimeSeizing time, minutes run dry. We both are tied to a blind guide.
A Poet's ode, a Realist's gold, Such meanings are lost to Nature's eyes. Time
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Frequency of LoveFor frequency could not transmit the feelings held so dear at heart, at the speed of light, the words of love flew past my countless art. From time to time, I still adored the taste of Spring when our smiles'd collide, through the darkness of pain, into the sunburnt Summer of our sky. I stood tall, yet the drunken senses were lost in your usual call, the roses once bloomed and blossomed had cried their petals fall. The shadows drew in, my heart resembled those of a shattered spill, black and cold, a cancer I could not feel for once your touch would kill. When a frozen Autumn turned black and whi Frequency of Love
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Apologies to NoneThe truth was close then thrown away, far, far into the guiltless stray. Lost were days and times I pray, and choked on words they chose to say.
Locked inside the cave they paved, our words were always lost in chase. Vocals stomped my misbehaved, Ended a wound I dearly saved.
Put off gun's and sniper's play, All was mine until they slayed. I took the toll and died away, Never could I scream at play.
When lights would drown the golden chase, and thus would blind my darkened ray. The face I chose to hide today, was one that stole the p Apologies to None
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Tragically BeautifulA beauty knocked in overdose, hearty murmurs and dying slow. Kicking pulse with loud echoes, not a spark but heavy blow.
A dying light in the heat, suppressed for years long. Now the sky is lamenting a loss, and crying the saddest song.
Burning gold and bleeding crimson, beneath lies a tragic love. Tonight strikes my perfect season. under a bruised shade above. Tragically Beautiful
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Mon Nov 30, 2009, 1:09 AM

Just went through my old posts on my wordpress (only two of my friends know about this blog, but they don't go on there anymore. It's where I pour my heart out so it's quite private. Please do not ask for link because I won't give it to anyone else anymore).

Dating back to June, I never realized how much I'd gone through. I smiled at some of my old posts, frowned upon some and my heart felt sour for many. Over the past months, I've written a lot and have also collected a lot of quotations. Little by little, they pulled me through. To whoever said the lines, thank you.

I can't express my thoughts right now but I just would like to say that I never realized I could teach myself so much by writing.

Honestly, I don't know what I'd do without my wordpress.

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~Shadowshock Aug 31, 2009, 12:09:55 PM

Yeah, well, it's still really hard when all I have electronically are a tracfone(to limit my communication money consumption) and an xbox 360 with MSN on it. (yeah, I'm paying $45 a month for internet, so I may as well play some video games). The truth is, I can't get away from video games without help, and I don't have a computer. If I had a computer, I would probably play a lot less games, and actually benefit myself by increasing my computer knowledge, and browsing the internet, trolling for information on wikipedia and the like. I will start working on more writing, soon, though. It may be some intrinsic self-assessment by prose.... sometimes poetry is too indirect. I'm sure I can work some out, though. I'll be in touch.

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Vade mecum, quo vadis? "Constant companion, where are you going?"