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Live InsanityQuestions They are always asking questions Wanting to know how you feel Trying to pry open your soulLive Insanity
I try and shut out the voices But they seep through the cracks
Of the walls that I’ve carefully placed To shield me from the real world
The sound waves pound on me Weakening each bone and muscle
Until my defense start to crumble And I’m left naked and vulnerable
Then the pain comes In waves crashing down on me My skin absorbs it Letting it course through my veins
I become one giant open wound Pouring grief and sor
by ~SilentScribe
Sight for sore eyesI see your gaze in the glass, looking back at me. It doesn’t have its usual gleam. No lines to signify your smile.Sight for sore eyes
My vision of you begins to fade And I feel a surge of alarm. I realize then that my sight is fine. It’s just become hazy with tears.
I blink away my wet filter,
afraid of loosing track of you. But your still there, looking back at me.
I wave farewell,
you return the gesture. I know you feel it to. That sadness that comes with departure.
We’ll see each other again I know. But that doesn’t take away th
by ~SilentScribe
Photo AlbumTo be honest, I never thought it would happen. Just couldn’t dream of it. I’d look in the mirror, but nothing would look backPhoto Album
Now, I see something. Someone, that I can smile at, that I can love.
I see hope,
where there once was doubt. There’s tenderness, where stone used to be. It’s all because of you.
You took me in your arms and you smiled at me. A genuine smile that said “I want you, The way you are”.
Then I broke down walls and I opened up doors. I smiled back. You held me t
by ~SilentScribe
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House of would-be memoriesThe sunlight sneaks in quietly between dusty blinds,House of would-be memories
as my eyes drift lazily from room to room. I move through the house as a shade,
my foot steps echoing down the empty halls. A homage of what could have been floods my senses,
the quiet of my mind suddenly filled with music and laughter. Feelings of love, safety, and home so strong,
my knees become weak when they wash over me. I feel it happening, and I let go.
Illusion takes over, and I am no longer in control. I hear a TV that is no longer there, hum to life as I round the corner. On the couch, I see you,
f
by ~plainswalker
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- Interests: acting, writing, and reading
- Favourite movie: Star Wars, Indiana Jones
- Favourite artist: Van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: R. L. Salvator
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
- Shell of choice: Velveeta
- Wallpaper of choice: I prefer paint
- Skin of choice: the one attached to my body
- Favourite game: Halo
- Favourite gaming platform: X-Box
- Favourite cartoon character: Rouge from X-Men or Stewy from Family Guy
- Tools of the Trade: pen and my imagination
- AIM: silentdreamer55
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