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The LeafIn what miscreated simple fear can I see trembling in your lips? I see it lying in your bed, like a stranger plastered in regret (and wallowing in shame). It seems to be the same as your lover's dirty little frame. It rests in its perfect form, a silhouette that once had torn lives like a paper leaf all dressed in the shade of fall. Slowly descending to the ground it speaks the words without a sound "Oh my God! This cannot be the fate of us all!"The Leaf
A simple crackle from its rigid feathered tips like it grumbled, nearly mumbled, its words of love within. Once content living high into the sky, it lands on concrete never accepting it
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Through Winter Stormsmy dearest sara. our passion blossoms like an early spring. I closed the door behind me. our lips are covered in disease, such a powerful love and becoming tragedy. my heart is stone and your heart is stone, chipped away at by the sea. what more can we both rely on, but the tainted hope of our faded dreams? my darling, life has thrown at us a thousand stones, but our bitterness is leaving. I'll always love you more than I can say because life has shown us love's true meaning. I'll hold tightly to your hand and pray that when we die we die together and thThrough Winter Storms
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The Decay of Springyour fingers tapping nervously, just begging or waiting or pleading or dying to bleed. my darling, don't you see? the world is a volcano that's erupting its disease. just hold tightly and remember to breathe. find it in your lungs to allow such a release. become the volcano who creates deformity and be one with the ash, the charcoal black of misery. my darling, I can't see. the dark clouds overhead are covering everything. I'm one with the sun but now we're separating.The Decay of Spring
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Words of Clayin which way shape or form might I pray to you these words? I think I'll make them out of clay. they will be solid except for when my tears disperse throughout them they will melt like a heart waiting to be reborn. they will be the one true tangible feeling, so I better make them count for something. what if I built you words of love and some words of beauty and placed them on the bridge from your heart to mine? we'd be interlaced. we'd be totally convinced that there is nothing else so powerful until our bridge is destroyed by the hurricane of fire. the fire will consume us all and our love will be ashes buried beneath our hate, greed, and jWords of Clay
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- Current Residence: I'm never anywhere.
- Interests: apple, writing, reading, deep thought
- Favourite movie: house of flying daggers, edward scissorhands, the titanic, the phantom of the opera, once
- Favourite band or musician: bright eyes, aereogramme, muse, la dispute
- Favourite genre of music: there's no such thing as a genre.
- Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe, victor hugo, conor oberst
- Favourite photographer: peter parker
- Favourite style of art: dark/emotive
- Operating System: Macintosh OS X Leopard
- MP3 player of choice: iPod.
- Favourite game: I don't play video games.
- Personal Quote: stay beautiful!
- Email: steven.theguilt@gmail.com
- AIM: slunked@mac.com
- MSN: steven.theguilt
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and you skip through the hallways as angelically as a doe.
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