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Starless Skies, Electric EyesThe hum of silence, was louder than ever As the hands of a clock Sliced through days and weeks. Precise is the surgeon, Who operates on your gashes That a minute hand promised to restore. Eating up the words she starved herself for The fine print, disregarded as usual Read: warning food contains artificial sweetener.Starless Skies, Electric Eyes
Home alone, pacing the room, Trying hard to forget How the grass was always greener By your driveway. Where we sat on a curb Careless of the cold Trading story after story.
Drunk off the sound of his voice I stumble
by ~InNervousLight
Naps For All The InsomniacsSleep sleep, my dear. The sun will disappear, Gradually reducing to a speck. Extinguished by a wave of black ink That paints the highways and trees, A morbid shade for rising eyes to see.Naps For All The Insomniacs
Long misshaped shadows dance on walls As your heavy eyelids come crashing down. Submerge yourself slowly Into this water, colored overcast gray. Sneaking up, very quietly Onto your naked feet.
Rapidly growing deeper This unruly river will swallow you up, With a curious smile growing wider. First up to your waist, Then slapping sharply against your ch
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Mystery Wore A Red ShirtWe stood on the edge of a parking lot. Blurry haze of a day is vanishing away, But the wind refused to stop.Mystery Wore A Red Shirt
Echoes came from across the street, Latching on to our legs and our feet. Pulling and tugging, the marionette is in motion. Through traffic, we ran towards the sound. A dance hall is where Shrieked out rants could be found.
I strayed away to stand on the side, Craning my neck. To watch the epileptic skeletons throw a fit, It was deemed The best kind of entertainment.
Feeling a bit lonely In a crowded room. My friends had
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Guerrilla Warfare BlowsWhen a gaze strays away The shovel is in motion, Carving out holes Into the ground. Where words are buried, Begging to be found. Placed with extreme care Under crops of fall they hide, Stained the earth red. Roots dripping with treasonGuerrilla Warfare Blows
An intricate pattern below her feet As she parades the street, for no real reason. One step, two step, heel and toe. Don’t trip, Don’t fall, There lays fatal outcome below.
The day grew older and she got bored. So she took a shortcut, On the way home. Down a path, that had a secret to
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- Current Residence: Rockin the suburbs in GA
- Interests: photography, writing, sewing, thrift stores, driving around aimlessly, vinyl
- Favourite movie: American Beauty, The Royal Tenenbaums, Donnie Darko, Heathers
- Favourite band or musician: This changes too often, check my last.fm page out---> http://www.last.fm/user/InNervousLight
- Favourite artist: Andy Warhol, Edvard Munch, Tara McPherson
- Favourite poet or writer: J.D. Salinger, George Orwell, Sylvia Plath, Chuck Palahniuk
- Favourite photographer: Anoushka Fisz, Diane Arbus, Miles Aldridge
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria!!!
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil and my ipod
- Email: FforFreshta@gmail.com
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