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insomniac by embolism, literature

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insomniac

Every man has his demons A war that he must fight I’m afraid there will be casualties, On this loneliest of nights. Come knights of old As night grows cold I need you by my side They search for despair They corner me there They will not be denied I cannot trace my way back To where this all began I used to be less concerned With the frailties of man I close the door And shut my eyes It’s time to engage the lines Same as before The loser dies And sleep may yet be mine.

Tammyland by embolism, literature

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Tammyland

follow me down to where the night fairies hum their sunset songs. where light-hearted gnomes with weary hands clean and shine and wipe away night's last chores. where cobblestone roads and streetlamps play silly games with shadows and friendly footsteps, and blue-eyed horses and talking ponies softly cantor lullabyes across the way... Come with me, and i will show you a little magic - only promise to be still... she closes her eyes and smiles, and peace and beauty share a face, but soft! the little lady stirs..

of heart, of home by embolism, literature

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of heart, of home

It’s a house built with unsure bricks A room for each of my senses I’m outside with foolish strangers The cold seems a wiser choice Stand in guard It’s only rain Don’t you dare knock Forget reward Despise the pain It’s not yours to unlock There’s a voice in the wind Or you deceive yourself, It’s time for a walk, It’s time to leave… But it’s the only place that feels like home.

Time by embolism, literature

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Subtle Procrastination by embolism, literature

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Subtle Procrastination

I got in my car and drove last night. Not to get somewhere, But to leave where I was at. When the sun's asleep, Driving is a dusky peace - A subtle procrastination. Fully engaging the world While entombed In your glass and metal bubble. Your life absent from the empty road. Occasionally washed By drifting lights and Slender lambent shadows Easing over anxious thought. Preoccupation shuts her eyes Under the lullaby Of a familiar soothing susurration, On this highway of restless men Where time becomes a broken line Steadily passing down The corner of your eye, And reality and responsibility, Are but diaphanous vapours

The hole of inconsequence by embolism, literature

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The hole of inconsequence

My pleasant hole of inconsequence Has beige walls of dreary routine Crawling out I crave suspense But it expands and caves me in. A starving man afraid to search The feast may not exist The beige I see is all I'm worth And fusty morsels my only bliss I question faith, I question hope Can they see me in this ditch My future is a flacid rope Just to high just out of reach The walls seem to be rising Am I digging deeper on my own A hole like this has two things missing A little earth and a blank headstone.

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If only by embolism, literature

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If only

I can't take away the pain I can't make it go away But… I wish I could I can't wipe away your memories I can't remove his face from your thoughts But… I wish I could, If only to see you smile… If only to see you happy. But pain it is you'll feel And feel it you must So that the memory of his face, is not tainted By the stain of sorrow and regret. So that the dark clouds over the places he strode Can rise and dissipate. So that only laughter, covers the recollection Of the things he'd say… The things he'd do, If only to see you smile… If only to see you happy.

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The tragic lover by embolism, literature

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The tragic lover

I watched an angel sleep tonight So peaceful I dared not disturb Her quiet breaths, a soothing mourn A requiem for lovers lost Who can guide the tragic lover But she who's loved and lost While now in death's dark slumber Lies her love embossed Soon the sleeping angel awakes But her light of life's in dream And the one who refuses death or sleep Will bath in destiny's stream So awake o' sleeping light Away black mist of youth Dark slumber lose your grip Sweet fate bear your fruit

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Resuscitation by embolism, literature

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Resuscitation

Bitter exhale I breathe you out Not of will but of choice Suffocated I must breathe again Suffocated 'cos I don't want to Suffocated 'cos every breath is but a musty gasp… But oh, sweet zephyr from your lips to mine How long will I hold my breath? For how long can I? Come quickly My heart is failing me Come quickly My heart is failing you Hear it beat Faintly Whispering your name my senses fail me my pupils dilated memory fixated pixelated images of you and all I lack my eyes roll back and all I see on this pitch black night is hope's dim light that despite my crime there'll still be a time when y

One red marble by embolism, literature

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One red marble

I swallowed my pride And I crawled back It was not my fault But I overlooked that You derived pleasure You thought you'd won You did'nt even see The damage done It tastes quite bitter This pride of mine And now washed down With your loveless wine Oh! Poisoned I am To the pan and cistern Must out get your love Inside from my system Cough and spit Spit and gargle Out comes my pride my love And one red marble

Infected Idea.... revised by embolism, literature

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Infected Idea.... revised

May I see what you see May I use your mind Can I bleed your thoughts profusely And carry the virus I find The world looks stranger here Infected by your sight I smell your hidden fear I'll die with you tonight I awake, you've disappeared But dreams have left their stain My vision's decipherably weird Your virus still remains My ink has been infected A flowing aesthetic drug Stimulus injected Creative anomalous bug.

Paper Cuts by embolism, literature

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Paper Cuts

These pages hurt, Reminders of my nudity. My less than perfect form Openly displayed. There was not a layer I did not strip But it was you that did all the teasing. Misguided notions of your eyes' favour, Misguided notions of your heart's acceptance You didn't get my point But you pointed and laughed At every flaw I have, And at some I never knew I did. Or at least that's what the status quo portends But I can't take any more of these unverified perceptions I hope all of this would reach its end, 'Cos my mind takes my heart and inflates its rejection. This surface crater, your open refusal Scars my thoughts, and perusal Of

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Give Me a Moment by RedWombat, literature

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Give Me a Moment

Give me a moment, love, with my fingertips and I will show you what you so desperately hope. You believe, do not believe it could be different, do not want to hurt again. You believe when I say it, but doubt your own heart. Give me a moment, love. Just one. I haven’t a clock nor timepiece nor care. Moments are not measures of time. Moments are events, thoughts, complete structures. Give me one moment, love, to complete my thoughts, to run my fingers up across the back of your hand, to slide them there against your palm, fingertips pressing slightly. Give me a moment, love. Give me a moment to hold you here, in a thousand

The Reader by arliddian, literature

In My Pocket by Loyalyak, literature

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In My Pocket

How many can say That they've done what we've done And survived? Twice down the same highway Paths twice converged Paths twice separated But not disjointed. You will always carry a part of me And I will carry these memories in my pocket Spin them between my fingers And look on them with fondness. You are part of the fabric of me Spun into my life for a purpose And though our threads will form separate tapestries You continue to add colour to my life. I will never cut this thread.

Hope by Loyalyak, literature

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Hope

This doesn't seem real... My mind and heart have re-created this moment time and again, Bringing me back to you. The nerves in my body so set on rejection. "You waited too long! You are forgotten!" My heart refusing to allow me The hope of your returned affections, Trying so hard to rid myself of the longing, The yearning in my soul to have you back. To be yours. I was so afraid. How could you still want me? I scorned you. I brutalized you in my mind, So certain that I had won. But year after year, Loss after loss, My heart came back to you for comfort. I watched you, Absolutely captivated, My heart in my throat. And you

Going on 17 by canis-phantom, literature

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Going on 17

Somewhere in between the time From when you learn to drive a car To when you first buy sex toys And a movie ticket, rated R You realize where you are in life And who your friends will be, When you travel off to college Somewhere far away from me… You see an era ending, Filled with all the sweets of life. Here's your coffee break, Emma Filled with worries, dread, and strife! You're an actress, keep on acting! You're a singer, go and sing! Write the novel you've always wanted, And do your little waitress thing. Live in New York, starving artist. Find some time to cry and scream, Don't take on things that cause you stress! But

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embolism

May 22, 2007

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I haven't seen the world and my wisdom is yet green. I have only the words I find on my floor. I pick them up and listen to their whispers. Then thought descends upon these voices and I begin to wonder if they speak only to me as me, or to me as man. It starts were every beautiful thing begins. It starts in emptiness - a blank sheet, an empty canvas, virgin soil, silence, solitude. A solitude of the mind that seeks to console itself. So it is that beauty is born. It is filled with the passionate extremes of human thought and emotion. It speaks in hushed tones and shouts at the stars, it marks a page corner and erupts in colour, it gently st

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embolism

Jan 26, 2005

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my age today.... the years go by pretty fast.... i ve realised that i have to make this year a good one. cos nothing good ever happens if dont try to make a change... i guess i will have to get up and make a difference... i'm half way there... :)

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embolism

Dec 8, 2004

back in the game

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W3ll i gt the site ublncked so i'm back and here to stay... sure missed this place...:)

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