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AmnesiacHey, what's-your-face, lingering on my fingertips, beneath the smells of today and this coming weekend,Amnesiac
Did I ever tell you that you blend in with the wallpaper, an uncanny replication of pastel prints? And somewhere in my shrinking brain, you clench your fists in mortal fury, hiding in guises of peeling paints and broken bottles; Hey, what's-your-name, sitting at the back of my mind, beneath all those convoluted layers of cortex and gray matter, do you think that a heart can stop beating for the sake of forgetfulness? And somewhere in my lacking memory, you hide your face in puzzle
by ~SeraAmadis
The WheelI hear the future chiming way up there in the stratosphere, where the king cannot bear to fall from the lofty heights of the peak of the moon's cycle, lamenting that the days are passing more quickly than he can remember; and, of all who flounder in ashes and plague, who bothers to claw his way above the rest? to steal the crown and sit at the pinnacle of the nine circles of the earth, until that day that his invariable season wanes. In sickness or in health, Queen Hecuba sits on her wheel and turns the world, breaking the backs of the mighty, grinding the bones of great and small alike, the rigThe Wheel
by ~SeraAmadis
HomelessA thought, an infection, raging through my mind, not unlike the blueness on your scalp or your stiff inability to open your mouth and allow the words fall out that you long to say; a worry growing on my brain… that you are a handful of dust slipping through my fingers, little grains of nothing that I can never begin to keep from falling into abysmal monochromes- That these days have only been a dream, a dream without the common courtesy to give me a kiss good-bye, and I'll wake up to find out that we don't exist…Homeless
by ~SeraAmadis
BlueIn those days, I could taste it in your thoughts; where, in the excess of sylvan ghouls and Christmas spirits, frozen lights brushed the ground in crystalline symmetry and January lulls amassed in drifts within the silences on your face… Look for me in the windowframe: I'll be living in the hollow tree, beneath those fat layers of snow and dark gray sky…Blue
by ~SeraAmadis
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Hale-Bopp and the Road KingHale-Bopp and the Journey to the Road King, Part 1Hale-Bopp and the Road King
I learned how to lean at about ten years old. Nervous as hell, I was just about as stiff as a board on the back of that blue Suzuki, a nearly antiquated bike my dad had bought off of a friend. If he had had his choice, he would have gotten a Harley, a real cruiser-something he could put pipes on and sit in Harley Row at the various events we went to. Something his helmet wouldn't be stolen off of just for not being a Harley. Because there's just something about those bikes, a spirit almost, that demands respect from other riders. But first, I had to learn how to ride.
by ~IssaPritty
InterLoveNetTake a heart, leave a penny. Finished before it was started, ending at the beginning. There's a beat in rhythm to your soul, but to keep going, it needs more of your fuel.InterLoveNet
The higher we build, the easier it is to fall, and break apart. All the king's horses and men, will come to be disappointed, again.
A distance of miles, or a distance of time. Maybe both, but you'll never really be mine.
Glued eyes, brains switched off. An illusion, not a dream, of what you will never achieve.
Give me hope, give me directio
by ~Ele-mental
Spaghett
I'm as happy as mama duck with all her ducklings 
PleasedDevious Info
- Current Residence: Neither here nor there but somewhere in between
- Interests: Music, birds, horses, writing, photography, far away places, dancing
- Favourite movie: Reply hazy, try again
- Favourite band or musician: Evanescence, Within Temptation, Ladysmith Black Mambazo, Enya, Regina Spektor, Chopin, Rachmaninoff
- Favourite genre of music: Yes
- Favourite artist: Anyone who accurately depicts certain feelings on the page via skillful rendition of images
- Favourite poet or writer: EA Poe, Emily Dickinson, JRR Tolkien, ee cummings, Neil Gaiman, CS Lewis
- Favourite style of art: To fly so high that I may drown me in you
- Favourite cartoon character: Gir = <3
- Personal Quote: As you are now, so I once was; as I am now, you soon will be
- Tools of the Trade: Whatever medium through which art speaks.
- Email: ask
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Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong.-lao tzu
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cared for anyone not at all
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