

Life By The DropHe sits on the brink of the isolate school building just across 42nd street, Strumming his beat up, warped, six string acoustic guitar. His fingers are laced with calluses, and the tips of his shoes, with holes and worn out by the miles they'd seen. His half-crooked smile speaks of nothing more than delicate lullabies which exit his parched lips, but still, he continues to allow the corners of his mouth, curve upward. The sparrows dance as his feet and fingers create a rhythm meant to speak to the busy morning streets, and the crowds making their way to work.Life By The Drop
His days consist of cracked sidewalks and
Whispers From Underwater
March Of The Saints

Once Broken, Half AliveHer eyelashes are laced with acidic tears; every last fragment of happiness decays with each blink. Her thin fingers are dug within the dry soil, and her black hair, scattered across mountains of stone. She wishes life had a fast-forward button, but mostly she wishes you were here. Crumbled pieces of lined paper lay across her chest, all incomplete phrases meant for you. The birds go on about their business, expanding their wings within the thin air and gliding past this broken girl.Once Broken, Half Alive
"Unravel" she whispers to herself. She imagines herself as a ball of twine, laid out across Earth's surface, and without flaws. Her eyes are s
Devious Comments
i guess.
i got my P's on wednesday!
i can now drive a car without a parent in there...........
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i wanna kiss you on the mouth and tell you:
i'M Y0UR BiGGEST FAN.!
kaborge
not exactly a bad thing, but it keeps me going. Glad you're doing good.
alice has been pretty fine and dandy lately.
it's interesting...
busy, i know hey man!
shit..
so much crap to do hey.
lame.
how is u?
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders, just as the light of Ahura Mazda was not extinguished by rulers who claimed it shone on them. The fire is eclipsed by something dark, but it continues to burn, and its flames shoot out where they are least expected."
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
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'Vie tes reves, mais ne reve pas ta vie'..
'Live your dreams, but don't dream your life.'
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Just tune in, turn off, drop out, drop in, switch off, switch on, and
e x p l o d e.
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"The last communities do a ghost dance, and the ghosts of the last communities will continue to dance within the entrails of the artificial beast. The council-fires of the never-defeated communities are not extinguished by the genocidal invaders..."
how u been?
alice is meh and bored at school..
funliness..
cough
:S
thanks you for replying
and for favorite and comments
yay!
unfortunatly alice has to leave when she has just fallen upon ur page...
she wishes to read ur stuff and is wondering if u could reply to her.
she writes her own depressive shit...
u may like it and i would wish for ur oppinion if u happen to read any...
metal up ur arse \m/
and no, im not a prissy little girl...just thought i sounded a little like it..
blurk
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