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Fire Breakbeyond the fire break the woods are burning columns of dark smoke snaking fingers into the hazy skyFire Break
the heat of the summer day becomes choking
the crackle of pine trees engulfed in flame becomes deafening
as the forest screams in the throws of an unstoppable force
as the night falls the heat remains and the vast fires turn the skies red
as the flames pray to the heavens in heated licking tongues speaking a language of dry tinder
behind the fire break with a face streaked


Gonei knew my childhoodGone
had ended
when i
no longer believed that anyone would die for my love


The Empty Side of the Bedi no longer sleep this wasteland beside me provokes my tears every nightThe Empty Side of the Bed
please burn down these cities inside me where i know now that i could never find forgiveness
this small death turning me to stone has lost me on this uneven sea
for here i am trapped between crippling hearts and the empty side of the bed


Hyacinthyou once told me that you pictured me in some tropical place walking a road to a beach with a hyacinth in my hairHyacinth
you were probably too drunk to remember that moment clearly
busy marveling at my willingness to walk barefoot on city streets
you may have never known that single clear memory etched itself on to my heart and i feared that it would never happen
you may have never known how i spent the next year desperately searching for the words to tell you just how much i loved you
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If life is loving
And loving gives life
Then why am I not dead?
faveness!
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--Be yourself,.. everyone else is taken..--
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"Only when we've lost everything, are we free to do anything."
*Mike-Comics and ~Childs-Son
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OK, so whats the speed of dark?
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I put the 'laughter' in 'manslaughter'.
The grass is always greener on the other side. Unless, of course, i've been there 1st. Then its soaked in tears and blood.
I put my laundry in 3 piles; colors, blacks, and bloodstains.
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**That which does not kill us, makes us stranger...**
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""For me, much of the world makes no sense, but my feelings about what I am doing ring loud and clear to an inner ear and a place where there is no self, only calm." - Wendy O Williams.
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