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The ClarityWhen the wind settled and saved the falling leaves from chaos, the clock sang over soft aura of the city streets that dawn had broken in. The dead silence that soon followed ran a shiver down my spine. I felt a ghost slunk through the streets which caused a mythical mist.The Clarity
As you tapped so subtly on the shoulder, I found myself glaring through a sweating pane of glass. The rain dripped from the window then into the darkness below. I wondered what its fate was, if it fell for eternity into the void, or was given mercy and splattered across the pavement, left vulnerable, bloody and mangled for the world to see.
My dar
by ~theguilt
The StormAfter coming inside from the gusty wind of the autumn day, I felt the warm sensation one feels when falling in love, like there exists nothing else in the world but me in this solitary comfort. But the security in this comfort is finite. As I realized this, I removed my scarf and jacket in dismay, and brushed off violently the bitterness that followed me inside. I heard the window rattle and the world falling apart from the other side of the 2-inch thick wooden door. There was a storm coming.The Storm
Over time the wind only got heavier and acted as if it wanted to tear apart my home and take me to some far and distant land. I heard it w
by ~theguilt
The SunI felt my decayed and toxin-flooded insides cry out a name. It was a name, more like a word, that held no emotion to me, like a stranger, but somewhere deep inside I was certain this word was family - something so cherishable it wasn't in its nature to be forgotten. It was ultimate confusion; it was unmistakeable bliss. I knew I had a purpose, but it was one I could never grasp or feel it flood deeply into the pores of my fingertips. I knew I had a life, but I could never live it, for it was the sunshine plastered over the pseudo ground, living like plastic behind a pane of shallow glass. Such a treacherous pain. It pierced right through me tThe Sun
by ~theguilt
The MoonI couldn't help but to notice the uncontrollable tremble throughout my body, creating havoc from the throbbing in my throat down to the twitching in my legs. I couldn't help but to notice the incomprehensible discomfort I dug up like a charcoal treasure buried deep within myself. It was fatigue; it was laughter; it was isolation; it was the crowded room that soon transformed into nothing less than an irritable chatter. I ran through the doorway and used the paper walls like a barricade between me and the everlasting desire for companionship. Maybe it was just the overwhelming vanity flooding the room. But whatever it was, It was sickening. IThe Moon
by ~theguilt
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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
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