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ThanksgivingThis year, I am thankful.
This year I am thankful that I got the chance to watch the leaves fall from the trees in colors like fire. I'm glad I had the opportunity to watch that instead of only feeling the fire inside me and only watching you.
This year I am thankful that right now I am nearly whole, instead of being a pile of bleeding confetti on the floor.
This year I am thankful that I no longer believe in fairy tales. I am thankful that my idealism was shattered.
This year I am thankful that I got better at fooling myself, because this year, when someone tells me they love me, I believe Thanksgiving
by ~miss-gazelle

OlympianYou are olypmpian.
and I am made of fool's gold. Being a vindictive creature, it is torture, being broken by something completely indestructible, but I do not need to break through. I do not need to learn how to walk through walls. I do not need to win every time. Yesterday you asked my what I feel when our arms are around eachother like missing peices to the puzzle. I said I didn't know because the answer was that I felt helpless and scared. No homo.
You are mine.
Of this, I am aware. Every time you look at me in that way that I'm sure you've looked at everyone else before me, I can see it. I can see I Olympian
by ~miss-gazelle

Maybe this timeyou waltzed in under false eyelashes and pretenses and caught my interest, pulling me under heat waves until i gasped for air and you swore you would help me float. you blurred my vision and twisted my insides and all i could feel was your tiny fist around my heart. it was not long before i was consumed by the hurricane under your eyelids.
when the leaves began to fall and the wind started to chill, i could have sworn you would have needed me for warmth, but the air grew thicker and the current was strong as you sailed away from me.

i waited on the shore, cracked, bruised, bloodied and sick while the ground was spin Maybe this time
by ~miss-gazelle

Round HereShe concentrated while he drew a rubix cube in the center of her mind as she searched his eyes for something that she could see if only she wasn’t blind. Her fingers were finding the frets but she didn’t recognize the chords anymore and the song sounded different every day. When did his skin become so soft and since when does that smile infect her own lips, too?
The honest truth was: she did not believe in ghosts. Or seven-years-of-bad-luck superstition and she knew there was no real way of knowing what was hiding behind those eyes. She wracked her nerves and scratched her skin and laid awake in bed.
Her seams were com Round Here
by ~miss-gazelle

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The Nameless

Sat Oct 10, 2009, 8:05 AM

I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you
and the only thing I ever really loved was hurting you

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Mood: Artistic
Listening to: The Nameless
Watching: it pass me by
Playing: make believe
Eating: my words
Drinking: cane soda

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=taks Jul 31, 2009, 10:47:15 PM

helo

would you mind to visit my cousin's account? she's also new here and she has a great hand in capsulizing her thoughts through Writings.... here's her account [link]

thanks

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now I am dying [link]

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Now i shuld accelerate my artistry. i shuld know and every1 shuld, that I am dying, we are all dying and we shuld inspire the future generation thru the arts we create to enable them to create a better world.

~Sari-Canary Feb 4, 2009, 6:45:42 PM

LAAAAAAAAAWLZ. that made my day. it really did. i'm so glad he actually tells everyone that he wishes it hadn't been me there and that he just wanted to make me happy. even though when someone told me he said he was only trying to make me happy, he denied it? what? oh, right. he's a compulsive liar, i forgot. silly me.

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And neither the angels in heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee

-Edgar Allen Poe

=SocraticSynapses Feb 4, 2009, 3:17:38 PM

_{listen.

i'll write whatever the hell i feel like writing.
that wasn't written for you. that was written for the memory of you.

leave me alone, stay out of my life, and keep to your own damn business. maria has nothing to do with you, you know absolutely nothing about our relationship. fuck. off.}

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_{raphael does photography, too!}

~miss-gazelle Feb 4, 2009, 3:25:25 PM

oh, get the fuck over yourself. if you don't want me in your life, don't write a fucking letter, addressing me.

and i might know more than you think.

goodbye.

=SocraticSynapses Feb 4, 2009, 3:28:21 PM

_{then leave me alone. i never intended for you to see any of that. that's the entire point of writing that letter. so you never read it.

why the HELL would you go looking for me, anyway, if you don't care?

and you know nothing at all about it. stop pretending you give a shit.

don't you fucking dare bring up mel and shackle. don't you fucking dare. have some respect}

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_{raphael does photography, too!}