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02-10-2005, 11:36 PM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
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flame the book from which is read
a thousand deeds of the unworthy a noble cause with common hands left to work the dirty over these lines in such a haste perused and tossed to nothingness life will follow one direction I promise to my hubris, to my vanity I swear on that which is most holy my ego, which is strongest because I can kill you note: hey Packman, its good to see you're back, but that post you just made was rather pointless, next time just send a pm or something, if I remember correctly you were banned for a little while for spamming right? I don't want to see that happen again, I like ya, so try and exercise some restraint ok? please 
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02-11-2005, 01:38 AM
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Stranger in a strange land.
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Walla Walla, WA.
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Not my usual thing to do...
The ice is thin enough for walkin'...
The rope is worn enough to climb... My throat is dry enough for talkin'... The world is crumblin' but I know why... The world is crumblin' but I know why. The storm is wild enough for sailing... The bridge is weak enough to cross... This body frail enough for fighting... I'm home enough to know I'm lost... Home enough to know I'm lost. It's just enough to be strong, In the broken places, in the broken places... It's just enough to be strong, Should the world rely on faith tonight... The land unfit enough for planting... Barren enough to conceive... Poor enough to gain the treasure... Enough a cynic to believe... Enough a cynic to believe. It's just enough to be strong, In the broken places, in the broken places... It's just enough to be strong, Should the world rely on faith tonight... Confused enough to know direction... The sun eclipsed enough to shine... Be still enough to finally tremble... And see enough to know I'm blind... And see enough to know I'm blind. It's just enough to be strong, In the broken places, in the broken places... It's just enough to be strong, Should the world rely on faith tonight... Should the world rely on faith tonight. "Faith Enough," by Jars of Clay.
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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02-11-2005, 04:05 PM
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The revolution will be memed!
Join Date: Mar 2004
Location: FIN
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Searching
So many people Keep searching Through all their lives For a purpose For a meaning For something... But what if there is no meaning? What if the goal in life does not exist? What if we just live to eventually die? What if...? What if that does not matter? Could we not still live our lives? Who needs a meaning? Who needs a goal? When there's so much more in life... So much more... So much... Endlesly...
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02-11-2005, 08:13 PM
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Fungus Among Us
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: On Your Nightstand
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AKA Paranoia:
I'm walking through my mind To find a single answer I'm falling below myself I struggle from this cancer This hole that's growing deeper Seeping out my chest Not long before I'm swallowed This poet put to rest Trying to escape death Yet still trying to break free I can't get this voice out Deep inside of me Constantly shivering Shaking violently again Sometimes it feels like This could only be the end Turning corners quickly My shadow follows me; cave surround When it speaks it scares me I look but nobody is around This paranoia eats me Makes my stomach turn to rot I'll be safe when i'm alone Because I'll know you forgot... All about me.
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02-11-2005, 11:12 PM
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Stranger in a strange land.
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Walla Walla, WA.
Posts: 2,846
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Wandering, pondering
What is this somber thing within her heart, residing, confiding that she's alone, Finding that the blinding truth of circumstance Isn't giving her a chance to find her way back to the haven provided, for her battle's one-sided, and the force is pushing, pushing her back again to the edge of despair, Cutting off the care of the helpers, the healers, and the darkness steals her love, her hope, her light, Steals all her will to fight from her very soul, and takes up the role of protector, keeping back those who would help her come to the realization that she is still loved that she is still needed among the living, all of us giving her a view of the light of loving past, so bright and so tender, remember the way things once were, Make her see through the darkness that had made her so heartless and cold, be bold, be strong, and help us all carry on through the night that was brought by you, who, feeling blue, sought solace in darkness, hiding away all the pain, though we are here to help you out as you help us. So, never fear, and take our hands, We'll lead you back into the dawn of the new day, back to the way it once was.... (It was perfect)
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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02-12-2005, 06:34 AM
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Check mate.
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: Down your pants.
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I can't be your strength.
Watch this pillar crumble and fall, Cut this life and feelings raw, Your anchor now weak and worn, From her rock now tossed and torn, Into the sea so vast and cold, In need of you to love and hold, But met with fury and uncertainty, The lack of freedom and liberty, No longer steadfast and grand, Seeking for a willing and loving hand, But finding dismay and sorrow, Searching to the future and tomorrow, To find her happiness and her place, No longer dreams and thoughts to chase, I can't be your strength and majesty, I can be one thing and that is me.
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I AM FURIOUS
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02-12-2005, 10:05 AM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
Posts: 4,566
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guilty of what sin
only guilty in the mind though suffer all the same the pain is just as real paranoid still like jumpy little monkeys scurry from the light lest the truth be distasteful coward, pig, inconsiderate of others needs I I feel this way now and I don't know why its always "her" or "she" from which the trouble flows never can it be solved just tripping through the melody an offbeat, dizzy drunk high on E, or something cheap enough to keep the beat in my head wasted, worthless, hyped up asshole its me why the hell? fuck it .................................................. ........ lonely goes the wand'ring one aching in his bones weary, empty, sultry one from places no one knows a face not quite normal tastes of the unknown judging in the formal chilling wind has blown o'er a head so highly hung displayed with false pride no heart still beating stung as this, yet still not die foolish as a hero stupid as a child nothing left of nero fiddling all the while... wanting someone to share this world, the small piece I occupy, wanting more with every day, I think I may need it now. Someone smarter, kinder, and gentler than I, with love for me... just love please. Last edited by Funka Genocide; 02-12-2005 at 04:31 PM. |
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02-12-2005, 05:05 PM
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Fungus Among Us
Join Date: Nov 2003
Location: On Your Nightstand
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Subdomania; Next to something real:
Lying in this stubborn subdomain of a home The passion The feeling of being forgotten Left behind to rot. An incision A scar of hate; The next sign of hope For a living, a beginning To something real Something strong.... like paranoia A place in the sky For an everlasting desire To walk beside myself, To walk beside you, In death In a dream; free As I wish Sadly, Lost in this subdomania I can't get the best I'm always second place Running away from everything Hiding, clammed up in the corner While I lay next to this black hole Next to nothing Next to something real
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02-12-2005, 08:32 PM
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Stranger in a strange land.
Join Date: Aug 2004
Location: Walla Walla, WA.
Posts: 2,846
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Out of time,
out of place, the air about is thick, the smell of blood everywhere, invading, permeating 'til nothing is left... But I who try to keep within the demons of worry and doubt, stumbling through this broken place of darkness, fear, disheveled fates all around, rasping, grasping that which brings me down... But I walk on, tempted not, following light that burns away rot and decay, filling the darkest corners, blasting shadows, obliterating, restoring life, invigorating all it touches... But I stay out of range, keeping myself bound by chains of sin, stretching back to the very beginning, keeping me here, to rot away in darkness overwhelming... But I Am not alone, for friends are here that will cut the chains and light the path, leading me forward, darkness behind me and fading fast... Now I, Safe, forgiven, bound no more by sins long past, Stay in the light, with friends that care, And I know that they are always there for me, As I will be there for them.
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You know, I'd put up something witty and clever right now, but eh. I'm lazy.
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02-13-2005, 02:14 PM
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Sent to the cornfield
Join Date: Apr 2004
Location: Las Vegas
Posts: 4,566
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all my smiles
are hollow reflections of the ghostly faces surrounding me no way to reach my heart no path to lead me to truth loneliness that is all nothing more or less needing someone else just one other love a kiss and I will be fine .................................................. . set the weight aside my friend let the hate subside, not again never give yourself away severed ties won't last the day give it your best and nothing more you've past the test, I kept the score I need you now, to take you home where we go now, you needn't know I'm taking you so far away where what we do we needn't say in hearts of ours we'll laugh then starts the hours of our past ticking in our ears inevitable kicking out the tires, regrettable I loved you for a fleeting moment I've craved your touch, I feel atonement for my sins, in your eyes, wash this skin, of evil Last edited by Funka Genocide; 02-14-2005 at 12:06 AM. |
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