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This Wall Will FallI stand with hundreds of others, shoulder to shoulder, hands pressed against a cool, granite wall that stretches for unseen distancesThis Wall Will Fall
in either direction. Three men tall, and always chill to the touch, like a small pond in the dead of night.
Our bare feet dig into the earth like the hoofs of driven plow oxen as we push against the perfect,
unyielding surface. Our fingernails are split and raw from tearing at the rock.
When one falters or faints, per chance slipping in the dirt made mud from sweat, or from exhaustion and exposure, he
by ~causticfluids
Field of Cream-FlowersYou're in my arms and I wish I could close them. Wish I could press them to my chest and take your spirit inside of me.Field of Cream-Flowers
I wish that we could melt together and our lives could dance and be warm. Your smooth hands in mine imperfect, I can feel your heart beat and mine skip.
When I'm with you, nothing else matters. But when we're together, nothing else is more important.
by ~causticfluids
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Sic Volvere ParcasFrom the watchful eye, Is spun the threads of life...Sic Volvere Parcas
Acting as the vise, The thread is held tightly...
But just as delicately as it is woven and held, It is cut by the fingers of fate....
by ~Zero-Monolith
He Smiles In ColorHe’ll wake up In the silver Or gray Dawn And he’ll pull himself From his box With his blanket And his padding of tattered shirts Which layer each other like finely woven tapestries.He Smiles In Color
And he’ll pull on his worn leather jacket, Its pockets stuck in cup shapes As though they were filled with his dirty hands Or perhaps coins he had pulled from others pockets.
Both something he actually
had little of.
And every night He’ll go to sleep under a brown paper sky That has stars of its own To go along with it’s weather p
by ~deathschronicles
Value to MeStrands of onyx in your hair, Skin of ivory soft and fair, Mind of emerald crystal show, Diamond eyes that always glow, Ruby heart, body of gold, Voice more sweet than wine of old, Value to me is always more, Greater than the day before.Value to Me
Value to me, can I say I love you, Value to me, you never will be blue, Value to me, I always will be true, Value to me, please say you love me too
Love ‘til the end of our days, Always finding brand new ways, Maybe a kid, maybe three, Or maybe just you and me. The army, a thousand ships, Could
by ~Cbolt
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- Current Residence: Rapid City
- Interests: Lucid dreaming, movies, photoshop, science, writing, expression, reading, observing beauty
- Favourite movie: Akira
- Favourite band or musician: Rammstein
- Favourite genre of music: Industrial Rock
- Favourite artist: All the people you never hear about.
- Favourite poet or writer: Bradbury/Homer/Ludlum/Clancy/Shakespeare/Crichton
- Favourite style of art: Dark/Gothic, Emotional, "Deep" Art
- Operating System: Mandrake/W98
- MP3 player of choice: Winamp
- Shell of choice: bash
- Wallpaper of choice: Usually, I only use my wallpapers
- Skin of choice: default
- Favourite game: Halo/Halo 2/Hitman
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox
- Favourite cartoon character: Stewie - Family Guy
- Personal Quote: If Hellen Keller falls in a forest, does she make a noise?
- Tools of the Trade: Scapel, rophynol, and 5 lbs of Ammonium Nitrate
- Website: http://members.rushmore.com/~finalhope
- Email: causticfluids@hotmail.com
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