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Shoot me before I die.Sitting there, staring. Like so much gunpowder in a glass bomb. Just waiting to break and explode.Shoot me before I die.
by *cynical-chan
Snapping bones.Snapping bones.
He is a locked door, and she is a locked window. Together they are a house with closed shutters and hidden rooms.
They whisper to each other in the middle of the night, trying to fill up the space with words from the depths of souls that evaporate with the line goes dead.
If I told you that you suffocate me, you would say "I only want you to breath", in a voice so pained that I would fall straight into your arms and stay there. Even if I could feel your fingers squeezing tighter around my lungs.
"Remind me again why I gave you my soul?" "You gave it because I needed sunshine." "But I did no
by *cynical-chan
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apocalypsetight fabrics over too-short legs patches of bleach across black strands,apocalypse
slightly resembling a very badly made quilt. way thick eyeliner and glittershadow covers the beauty of your emerald green eyes. bright blue slutscara makes me wonder why you try so hard. cutting off the circulation to your feet, your jeans tuck into your customized DC shoes, and your hoodies look too big on your shoulders.
you're a walking advertisement, you are, drinking rockstars and starbucks, laughing at things that aren't funny and walking like a zombie. your pants are too brightly colored, a
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The first thing to note about this poem is the very interesting, beat-driven style. The words in brackets and italics break up the othe...
Thank you note.
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- Current Residence: Um...at home?
- Interests: Bangles, painting, music, sleep, stripey ties, metaphors, color.
- Favourite movie: Son of Rambow, Finding Neverland, Memoirs of a Geisha, Howl's Moving Castle
- Favourite band or musician: Lydia, Mae, Owl City, Kate Havnevik
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Synth Pop
- Favourite artist: David Downton, Lori Earley
- Favourite poet or writer: Markus Zusak, Sandra Cisneros
- Favourite style of art: Anything pretty.
- Operating System: Mac OS X Leopard
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Happy (from Fairy Tail)
- Personal Quote: "I'm dying of boredom! Or maybe just dying..."
- Tools of the Trade: Photoshop CS2, the trusty pencil, various pens, Wacom Bamboo Fun Tablet.
- Website: http://spindlewood.org
- Email: cynical.chan@gmail.com
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I feel horrible for just now coming on and seeing the thank you note box ]=
And now I feel like I should be thanking you, after reading what it says...o.o
But there's no reason on earth that you should be thanking me.
Since when do I say things I don't mean? ]x
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