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The Cracked Mask

This cracked mask I wear It keeps me safe As I hide the truth Allowing the pain to rest inside
Despite the hairline flaw Its steely resolve withstands As the poundings of a thousand emotions Fail to mar its stoic complexion
An unrelenting protector This cursed object I make I detest its mere existence As I bring it to my face
In the guarded moments Of which I seek solace The opaque surface oft slips Disclosing the slashings of a twisted fate.
Yet I would bear the greuling truth Allowing the world to view my burden

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I never learned to flyit is so much easier to fall than fly to sit idly by neither laugh nor cry
and hope tonight never sees tomorrow to become a yesterday of a forgotten past
wondering at nothing but this void of life wrought and riddled in a shell of strife
this disaster of calm constantly brewing an electrified air of something stewing
just play it by ear sleep through their yells pretend not to notice wish it all to end well I never learned to fly
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Can't or Won'tdamned if you do and damned if you don't nobody understands the difference between can't and won't
trapped between
reality and morality lying perpendicular
to this line of confusion
so lost in thought never to move constantly trying
to find where I stand
searching effervescently uneagerly awaiting Observing and surveying
wishing only for time to unfold this tale Can't or Won't
by ~xilamne

The bottom of a wellsomebody help somebody save me I'm just a litte bit more than a little bit crazy
it doesn't feel right to run out of time like there's nothing left of this soul of mine
and at the hour of just past three can we die again; cease to be?
somebody help me it was never a joke but no one looks past a thick cloud of smoke
die in a fire or fall down a well aspire to something higher and end up in hell The bottom of a well
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What is death?Dead.. do you even know the meaning? how many times have I died? Lying placidly, silently staring Why couldn't this one be real?
Is it love or hate damn, I'm so confused. It is neither; It is both and of it all is nothing What is death?
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Magic MedicineMagic Medicine
Timmy was always sick. He seemed to have been born with every disease and condition possible. He was sickly, pale, weak, and a number of other unhappy adjectives. Worst off perhaps, was due to this he was always alone. He wasn't allowed to have friends, for they might kill him with their germs. He couldn't have pets, for he was allergic. But he could have stuffed animals. And he had latched on to this freedom like a drowning man to a raft and bought hundreds, of all shapes and sizes. He loved them all dearly, and they were each his best friend.

And even though he was sickly, he loved to play with them Magic Medicine
by ~ThinkingSkull

I began as I wasI began as I was, And before I am, I was… Nothing. It’s hard to explain Who I am…and what I was and The nothing I’m going to become. But I know you understand Because you’re the same as me And he’s the same as she and it’s Breaking apart at the same rate as A jungle of trembling body parts blue and devoid of oxygen.
There is a pit where all the struggling takes place where the first seeds Were planted for you and I and him and her and it. And for me I’m in t I began as I was
by ~Tokyokei

D K N.As I stood there in the mirror. Hours upon hours, flew right past. Trying to decipher where my life went, And the shadow that I cast.
The reflection wasn’t empty. But it definitely wasn’t whole. I turned away, disgusted, From staring at the lonely soul.
Managing a silent murmur, ..A whisper of a plea. Burdened down by hearts and sorrows, I wish I could be free.
Birds aren’t free to roam the wind, For they are chained to skies. Never will I hide again, No mask.. And no disguise.
Like pages torn from books.. D K N.
by ~typically-insane

A Recipe For Disaster.Grab a soul that’s empty, With nothing else to lose. Make sure you cause it pain, With every word and bruise.
Add a guy who breaks her heart, Mix it all around. Blend in some destruction, And burn it to the ground.
Sprinkle a bit of deceit, A pinch of worthless lies. A cup of nights of yelling, And wait for it to rise.
Throw on a rage filled mind, Check to see it’s done. A recipe for disaster, Repeat all steps for fun. A Recipe For Disaster.
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things are looking up

Thu Oct 1, 2009, 3:10 AM

In an unusual twist, the last few days have proven remarkably fruitful. I've been sworn in for delayed entry for the Air Force, and I have a job lined up to start in under a month. It's a nice change of pace to be happy and enjoy the things that are going well. I've been a bit busy, so there hasn't been much writing lately.

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Mood: Neutral
Listening to: walking disaster - sum 41
Reading: warhammer 40k rulebooks
Playing: Evony
Eating: food...hopefully
Drinking: mt. dew

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Interests: Computers, Video Games, Animals, Cycling, Music, Movies, Roleplay, Strategy, Philosophy
Favourite movie: Fight Club
Favourite genre of music: Alternative
Favourite gaming platform: Sega Genesis
Favourite cartoon character: Darkwing Duck