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Just a little bit...Sparks fly silently,  in the cold air of every morning  that mists at the sound of my breath  as i disappear into the crowd of peaceful yearning.   
And it's every day,  every second on this stone stage,  we wait in the wings of our day  our curtain call comes with a screech of metal  and sleepy morning eyes.   
With a backwards glance  the dawn silence stretches onwards.  A man in a suit sees me again, he's always seeing me.  my hands comfort him.   
We sit in silence and the spotlight draws us both,  but separately we play our parts.  He does not speak Just a little bit...
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Different CircumstancesAnd so here I waver,  inky pen in sloppy hand.  Hovering over jumbled verse,  with clammy, shallow heartbeats.   
You are an unknown entity,  that caught my wandering eye,  crumbling foundations of bitter spite,  
into affectionate, pale passion.   
I am not what you first thought.  Muddy pools give my true feelings away,  it was only when you stopped to notice,  that you longed for the waters to clear.   
I see you.   
I see you looking at me.   
And I’m confusing you.   
You cling to the understated gift,  of thinking that shal Different Circumstances
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The Long OneHollow tin can,  you rumble and shake beneath my feet.  Surrounded by swarming Bacteria with millions of arms, millions of legs,  they gaze not at me, but at the space that always surrounds me.  Together we pull out of my hometown, with guilt and a few regrets.   
Before you know it, the slow story has begun to churn out of electrical lips,  blurring your country vision, and leaving you alone,  with nothing but millions of other silent passengers.  They whisper to themselves, or  have their own ears talk to them through their painful goodbyes.   
We pass, but still blurred, great con The Long One
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A Poet in a Hotel RoomIt's perplexing,  the call of curiosity.  Cautously crawling around a cold room,  climbing into cups brimming with morbid sensation.  A true catalyst of clumsy romance.   
And it's needy,  a new, raw, unheeding rabbit hole,  that irritates your mind, willing you to enter.  It's all the unkown.   
The unkown, however is known.   
You know it's danger, its guilt that is held  in that over filled chalace of thick liquid.  It is the colour of autumn.   
And you've woken up swimming many times before.   
It's perplexing,  the draw of denial,  d A Poet in a Hotel Room
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If i'm a spinster for the rest of my life...

Wed Oct 14, 2009, 12:54 AM
...my arms will keep me warm on cold and lonely nights

=] Been writing the odd thing on the train recently, i have found this is rather good, it tends to be quite peaceful and allows me to ignore everyone around me. Incidently, ignoring people has always been a past time that i have enjoyed.

Bought a camera the other day. The spec for my photography coprse is that 99.9% of it has to be shot on film and developed by us in the darkroom *initial groan*. However, after getting myself a nice little retro pentax i ahve found that shooting film is the best thing in the world. i love this. very very very much, and it gives me endless joy for people to look at me with a confused face and think "why is she using that old thing" when actually the quality is going to be, well, incredible!

Plus, it makes me look epicly cool. i mean, more epicly cool =p

Don't expect too much of me in the near future. I've far too many essays that i have to come up with excuses not to write for.

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Ok, So i'm 17,
and living life as a normal, English teenager.
Who writes, Cries, Laughs and Slides by in life, just like everyone else.

So. Lets go.

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=kt-1523 Aug 3, 2009, 4:44:34 PM
Thanks for the favourite (:
:heart:
See you tomorrow!

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Human, born to make mistakes.
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*Frances23 Jul 21, 2009, 12:07:38 AM
CHARLYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
we're going to candy mountain charly!

haha you haven't been on here in missions.
ah well, I've added you to my deviant watch now :)

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we're high above the ground; we're no where to be found.
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~Hands-Down Jul 21, 2009, 2:47:52 AM
Actually it was Katie, but it gives me an excuse to speak to you again!

YAY go art crew =p

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Bitterness is Beautiful
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*Frances23 Jul 23, 2009, 11:04:50 AM
Haha awesome :D

Its good to see you writing again :) I thought you'd abandoned this place ages ago.. I did. But since my new camera I'm on here every day xD

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we're high above the ground; we're no where to be found.
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Mood: Adoration ~RealnVulnerable Jul 20, 2009, 4:29:22 AM
Hey

Just wanted to say that I really really like your poems, their quite heartbreaking and heavy but still, their lovely to read and you write beautifully.
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~Hands-Down Jul 20, 2009, 4:30:54 AM
Thank you. Please carry on enjoying them

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Bitterness is Beautiful
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~RealnVulnerable Jul 20, 2009, 4:32:18 AM
Haha. I definitely will.

Although I don't want to seem like a stalker which is why I'm going to stop commenting on every poem. Just know that I think they're all beautiful!
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~peperich Apr 10, 2008, 6:55:42 PM
thanks just got back from the jungle ill try to write in english
thou i had never undrstand completly the "blank verse" and the open close sillabus sis

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embriaguez.(sust) 1Turbación pasajera de las potencias, exceso con que se ha bebido vino o licor. 2Estado producido por una intoxicación de gas, benzol, etc.3Enajenamiento del ánimo.
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