i met her in a clubI enjoy that song.
Anyway, i was bored...so i figured, hey, why not write a journal about nothing
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I Miss YouThe truth is that I miss you. I miss your sunrise smile, And your starry-night gaze, And how your shivers are calmed Only by my warm touch. I miss the moonlight on your face And my reflection in your eye. But most of all, without a doubt I miss the way you say I love you, And my reply of I love you too. The breath of the lake is fogging the shore As the silhouette skyline reflects the water, And it only makes me think of you. The clouds shade me from the sun, As a shiver runs down my spine, And it only makes me think of you. The empty chair at yourI Miss You
by ~paranoid0693517
A Curious Days WorkHope is a desire for something to happen An excited wish for good to come. Perhaps something special for someone special, Or maybe just getting to see a person, that person, for a few minutes. The body becomes hyper,A Curious Days Work
Shaking every muscle in anticipation. Time slows down, taking too long to come back around. A beaming face looks on for the few seconds With eager and excited and earnest eyes, Simply happy for the event to unfold, to come and go. But now he or she or it is gone. Without a hello or goodbye, no smile or wave or glance, just gone. Now there is no desire for an
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Almost In A DreamMidnight shadows meet morning rain, Your silhouette drapes the pillow. Musical raindrops calm my head, A mist slightly dresses the ground.Almost In A Dream
A hair is dancing on your face, And your eyes fluttering in dream. The breezes invade the bedroom, Fighting you out of the deep sleep.
Your eyes stole the stars from the sky, And face warms into a smile. Your strawberry lips speak soft words, The contents of little matter.
by ~paranoid0693517
WinterCold and unforgiving, almost callous Apathy to those it affects, Almost even a certain cruelty. Seeking for unforgivable manner Holding no respect for the ripe hills That beautifully rolls across the skyline. If only her wicked plan could be stopped, prevented, If only there were a way toWinter
Never live through that hell again. Spring may come only in a few weeks, But winter, and all her fury, will return to try again. ...Hold your breath.
by ~paranoid0693517
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- Current Residence: apartment
- Interests: Bass guitar, music, writing (obviously)
- Favourite movie: assablanca
- Favourite band or musician: Boy Hits Car, Led Zeppelin, Neil Young, Nine Inch Nails, etc.
- Operating System: OS X
- Skin of choice: other peoples....
- Favourite cartoon character: calvin and hobbes
- Personal Quote: Jesus did it for the chicks
- Tools of the Trade: my bass and other stuff
- Email: Paranoid0693517@aol.com
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