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In a Shadow of Myself

It is a shadow people see, Not what truly embodies me, A shallow, false reality.
Some think I’m loud, Hyper, and wild. Aren’t I really, Docile and mild?
Only I know Who I am, me, Only I, not Family.
My friends do not, Yet recognize, Something myself, Even denies, Let them please, Finally apprise.
I live in my own silhouette, No one has discovered me yet, Alone, sometimes I regret.
Sitting in my desk, He thinks I’m there, Attending to class, Do I stare?

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Somnambulent DayIt is a morning, The sun does not arrive, Wrap’d in a blanket of clouds.
Arise body, ‘rise, Beat somnambulent day, Arise body, break thy peace.
In mind awaken’d, Maybe not, I’m unaware, I’m cozy in a drowsing haze.
I can’t nod again, Hours, then eternity, I lay peacefully to rest. Somnambulent Day
by ~lokeyswimmer

What but poisn'd apples grow-What but poison'd apples amid winter flourish, When health lay dormant sheltering life within callous exteriors, And landscapes lack the rainbow hues but the red of seduction, Lust imbued in your unweathered lips, What cold does not reveal the chill in your soul but arouse instead the warmth of your body, What summons your roseate cheeks, bosom, finger tips, the blush at the end of your
nose, What colors turn my heart to openness and good? What but poisn'd apples grow-
by ~lokeyswimmer

cannibalgluttonly an evil grows sheltered by your fingernails it quivers a killer writhe it devours a severed meal it lives on brought death for you cannibal
by ~lokeyswimmer

MusophobiaOn stormy nights and darkened eves, Hell emits its gory thieves. Like clouds they flow across the wall, Their masses thunder as they crawl. My mind becomes enthralled in fear, Too much for my heart to bear. As nature will progress to day, The hordes of rats will go away.
On stormy eves and darkened nights, Musophobia
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Awkward ?
It's going to be awkward Seeing you again. Speaking to my baby boy On the carpet of Heaven; Bathed in golden light. I know i'll think i'm dreaming But you were so perfect, That i'm coming to think It's going to be awkward
Seeing you again On the carpet of Heaven. Together, Alone, At Last. Awkward ?
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If the Shadows...If the shadows proclaim, They draw back in fear, What could make them do so?
If the sun would bow, It dims its own shine, What would make it do so?
If the moon would cease, It reflects no more, What should make it do so?
If my heart explodes, If it can no longer beat, What could make it do so?
Only the sun could stop the shadows, Only the moon reflects the sun, And only my heart swoons for the moon, To ponder on a late night, about the feeling that is love. If the Shadows...
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Wer mochtest du fur abendessen essen?

Wed May 17, 2006, 7:01 PM

i felt like making a random title, translation: Who would you like to eat for supper?

this is my farewell journal, my parents saw the dateline thing about internet pedifiles. they say they will only allow me to have internet accounts for email and myspace (they're better at monitering those, thats why, if it seemed random) and within one week i can no longer participate in the DA community.

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Current Residence: St. Louis, MO
Interests: film, literature, poetry
Favourite movie: the Triplets of Bellvile
Favourite poet or writer: Robert Herrick, Gwendolyn Brooks
MP3 player of choice: iTouch
Shell of choice: armadillo
Personal Quote: "No one can make you feel inferior without your consent." Eleanor Roosevelt