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Coming UndoneI place my cold feet on the still colder floor, Thinking and dwelling on the night just before. My heart feels as chilled as the buttercream tile, I haven't felt warmth in such a long while. Turning my head from the coming of dawn I feel like my pain will never be gone. I remembered your eyes as they looked at me last night, Come on, they said; let's let go for tonight. We took turns kissing and pleasing one another, But I was the one not heated by the other. You sighed as you took me and took me so hard, But I felt more empty than a blank 'miss you' card. Never in my lifComing Undone
by ~north-star66
Friends, Or The Lack Thereof.It was over. All the grief, the pain. The tears. I could think of you without feeling like I was empty and alone without you. I could look at your picture and not hurt. The picture where your arm was around my shoulders. We were laughing as a friend pointed the camera. My cheeks were flushed with energy and life. You were relaxed and truly enjoying the moment. My dress was silky and blue, like the vest of the tux you were wearing. A perfect night. Then, today, in the solitude of my room, I was singing a song When, today, in the solitude of my room, I started to cry.Friends, Or The Lack Thereof.
by ~north-star66
ScreamingSky is ebony. Stars are pinpricks in the ebony curtain. Walking through the damp grass of the backyard, I trigger the floodlights. What used to be a cool, pleasant night for a walk Turns into a witching-hour terror. Delicate silk hangs innocently from every pine tree, but in sinister, betraying array. I feel my paranoia churn my stomach and launch my heartrate into overdrive. Stopped dead in midpace, I stare eide-eyed at the base of the nearest tree trunk. Fear forces my eyes up the length of the pine, ungodly slowly. Dark lines of bark and scars wrap the tree, and my eyes continue aScreaming
by ~north-star66
A Myth in Ocean CityDerek and I were at the Boardwalk in Ocean City, MD. We were walking up and down the boardwalk, his warm hand in my cool one, and we talked about anything that crossed our minds. After some park rides, the dream suddenly turned into a high-quality experience, as if someone had flipped a switch, and I was no longer dreaming, and was back in my favorite place with my favorite person. I said, "I want to take you somewhere." I looked up at him, my five-foot-three stature looking up into the hazel eyes of his six-foot-one frame. The slight breeze moved his hair, and gently rustled his shirt.A Myth in Ocean City
by ~north-star66
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- Current Residence: On my university's campus
- Interests: Playing my electric guitar
- Favourite movie: Every James Bond Movie Ever Made
- Favourite band or musician: Three Days Grace, Foreigner, PATD, MCR, MSI, Tenacious D, Basshunter, O-Zone, bands like them.
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Alternative, Punk, Techno,
- Favourite style of art: Anything That's Not Modern Objects 'd Art
- Operating System: Windows Vista Ultimate
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano, Fourth Generation
- Favourite game: Ace Combat 4: Shattered Skies, GOW, Halo, other violent games of that nature.
- Favourite gaming platform: I own a PS2, but I'm saving up for an XBOX 360
- Favourite cartoon character: Waffles, Gordon, and Mr. Blik
- Personal Quote: Suck it up.
- Tools of the Trade: Flashdrive=LIFE, but pencils are cool too-- mediums AND weapons
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think about your troubles.
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she walked outside, among the men,
finding me; your last.
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~north-star66~
...It's a game, and we're all just Victims of Love...
-Good Charlotte
nothing much, you!
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~north-star66~
...It's a game, and we're all just Victims of Love...
-Good Charlotte
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Peace is not as peaceful as it was once thought to be.
Only the bloody battles are remembered in the future.
And freedom is no longer free.
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~north-star66~
...It's a game, and we're all just Victims of Love...
-Good Charlotte
Merry Late Christmas
Or I guess I could say Happy New Years ^^
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Peace is not as peaceful as it was once thought to be.
Only the bloody battles are remembered in the future.
And freedom is no longer free.
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