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The cycle

a boy sits on his porch watching the snow fall silently down from the gray clouds, his eyes watch joyfully as the fat flakes coat the ground,
turning the entire world white,
reflecting the pure light of day. His eyes are blinded as he plays in the snow, tunneling, jumping, laughing in this soft and new thing from the sky. the lawn has been covered,
none of the old shows anymore, all of it's new. He lies back in the snow and looks up through the branches of the trees he used to play in. the trees stand alone and abandoned now, the snow has taken their playmate, the one who used to

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TearsHave you ever cried just to see if your eyes could still make the tears?
Just to see if you really remembered the feeling?
Trying to recollect the taste, recall the familiarity.
You don’t foresee the breaking of the dam, didn’t know what it was holding.
You opened a gate you hadn’t seen in a while and found an ocean crashing through you, Uncontrollable torrents ripping your body apart.
Pulled under and strangled by the unleashed beast,
Beaten by an inhuman force, pain encompassing your being,
Who you thought you were was ripped away, your manicures, pedicures, makeup, and Piercings were shown t Tears
by ~A-Minor

Panther-FearA black panther silently crawls into your mind. It’s teeth are darkness, heights, snakes and spiders, It’s claws are phobias, superstitions and unknown things. It is in the jungle of your mind, easily navigating the twisted vines of your thoughts, stalking its prey with an ease that is almost supernatural. You don’t even see it, or hear it snarl as it pounces from invisibility to embrace you in it’s iron grip. Frozen in time as the great green cat eyes stare down at you,
You see knowledge in the eyes, knowledge of you. This is not just a cat, it is whatever you make it to be,
But you don’t rea Panther-Fear
by ~A-Minor

My LipsMy lips are parched without your kiss, You've left me in a desert where the only thing I need disapears in my hands as I try to grasp it, Illusions abound in my vision. Reality folds onto itself and I am bent by a force of something greater than I, My love of you remains while you do not, Looking into a mirror with a smile and finding nothing looking back, Everyday I look, Because my lips are parched without your kiss. My Lips
by ~A-Minor

The cyclea boy sits on his porch watching the snow fall silently down from the gray clouds, his eyes watch joyfully as the fat flakes coat the ground,
turning the entire world white,
reflecting the pure light of day. His eyes are blinded as he plays in the snow, tunneling, jumping, laughing in this soft and new thing from the sky. the lawn has been covered,
none of the old shows anymore, all of it's new. He lies back in the snow and looks up through the branches of the trees he used to play in. the trees stand alone and abandoned now, the snow has taken their playmate, the one who used to The cycle
by ~A-Minor

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morning

Mon Feb 16, 2004, 8:24 AM

when i sleep i sleep with a blanket across my window. The blanket blocks out all the light and leaves my room in a quazi-darkness i find easier to sleep in. If there is even the faintest trace of day in my room i cant sleep, because knowing that it is light outside and then sleeping is unnacceptable. Why would one waste the day sleeping, when one should be out experiencing, doing, seeing. with the blanket over my window i sleep peacefully thinking i am not missing something.

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Current Residence: CT
Interests: writing, reading, web-surfing, risks,
Favourite movie: i might say the green mile, or maybe the usual suspects, or maybe dogma
Favourite band or musician: ummm dispatch at the moment, elliot smith is good too-miss misery
Favourite genre of music: i love everything, even country every now and then
Favourite artist: picasso
Favourite poet or writer: robert frost is the man, stephen king, mercedes lackey, bob salvatore-holy shit this mans a genius
Personal Quote: some people call themselves intilectuals, i call myself an intisexual
Tools of the Trade: a guitar and a depressing situation