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Alluring abomination.I find myself addicted to a poison as of late. It something worth and yet beyond pondering. It has kept me awake many a night, and unconscious many more days. Its origins, seductive. Its potency, absolutely irresistible.Alluring abomination.
I can feel a wind moving over. It takes all the tears I would shed over my inabilities away from me. Like a cripple it would leave me. It is something I continue to run back to, no matter how fiercely I tarnish its image, or neglect its presence. I have given it the claws with which it grips my heart. I took all the wrong steps with countering such a sway of dormant soul. I gaze through a wall o
by ~Arathios
To the few and far.Let me give you a run-down of somebody's life.To the few and far.
This guy wakes up somewhere in the middle of 9 and 10 in the morning on any given day between Monday and Friday. He's habitually graceful about it, too. He isn't in any hurry, though he manages to get in a solid breakfast and is out the door in his something-like-a-sports-car convertible before he gets pushed for time. He's the kind of driver who you admire. The one who drives on that edge of legal and suicidal leaning towards the latter. Oh he speeds everywhere, including to work, but he does it properly, and because he enjoys it. Whether he has his model girlfriend in the car
by ~Arathios
Inner Incineration.Do you ever get tired of being who you are? Do you ever pitifully wonder why you keep repeating the same mistake? Over and over again? I look in a mirror at night when I can never sleep to try in such agonizing vain to understand who I have become, or are in the process of becoming. How can someone hope to evolve while clinging to something behind them? How can we ever hope to achieve anything, when we are but so obsessed with our self-induced failures? I wonder these things. I ponder them during my fruitless days and sleepless nights.Inner Incineration.
I am not a good man. I am not who everyone around me believes me to be. I am
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A perfect inhale of love.The stars were pretty that night. Little fire flies in the sky blurring above us as their lives began and ended as fast as our window view of them lasted. Do you remember what I was talking about? Was I even making sense? I catch myself repeating it even now, trying to figure out what I was getting at. And you smiled, resting your fragile fingertips on the air condition vent as you always did, laughing with what I said throughout the night. You had your feet up on the dashboard. We'd been driving for hours, I was going to clean the car out once we were there anyway, I didn't care. And then you mumbled something. SomethA perfect inhale of love.
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- Current Residence: Canada, B.C
- Interests: Writing, Parkouring, Vid Games, DownHill Mountain Biking, Paintball, Imaginations running amock.
- Favourite movie: Life as a House
- Favourite band or musician: You cant possibly have ONE favorite band...
- Favourite genre of music: The Alternative. (Just about everything!)
- Favourite poet or writer: Scorchicus
- Favourite style of art: Imaginary
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360 ftw!
- Personal Quote: One study's the survivors in the hopes of learning from them.
- Tools of the Trade: Imagination, Creation and the will to love.
- Email: IxScorch62@aim.com
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Stars are the light in the dark. And the midnight sun is the only thing brighter.
There's a light somewhere in this darkness, maybe it's too far away or maybe I'm just blind..
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Realism is overrated.
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I'm a warrior of Christ!
Boredom killz. lol. sorry.
--<3 the book.
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Stars are the light in the dark. And the midnight sun is the only thing brighter.
There's a light somewhere in this darkness, maybe it's too far away or maybe I'm just blind..
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