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A New Face for a New Room by wanderingtruths, literature

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A New Face for a New Room

A heavy beeping Is all that's needing For me to finally pull the plug. As if it mattered The silence just clatters The open room I'm now living in. But I'm filling it up With all of the cups Of the water that I drink now Cause the old room Filled with the old brooms Served me rather well until now. So now I'm putting up new pictures Hoping that they'll be a lasting fixture Of a future with that one Face Because that face Is now the brace That holds all my loving attention.

Summer's Winter Sky by wanderingtruths, literature

Synesthesized Parades by wanderingtruths, literature

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Synesthesized Parades

With not a worry in your mind You'd have twelve days This parade, yes the Black one, Dances in its own Misery Its misery to not be, To not be malfunctioning Because you see, Her parade has no intention Of trying anything extreme Nor anything stupid for that matter As startling as it sounds, This broken record has its Fears Fears not holding, holding onto the same ideas. With no control over the player It is a skipping now, More than a broken sound Broken sounds that fill my heart You'll never know Synesthesia plays over and over No, not the song But the condition of the heart Where I confuse myself more and more Sideway

Beauty You'll Never Understand by wanderingtruths, literature

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Beauty You'll Never Understand

With the mirror by her side Her hair listlessly floated about, Like the fiery passion it possessed, It created its own magnificent wind Flowing, calm, strong, beautiful A mind of its own. With the mirror by her side Her harmless eyes glistened With so much beauty but, So many secrets hidden behind Hesitant, enthralling, hazel, gorgeous Loveliness like you've never known. Something in that mirror by her side Captured her beauty consistently, Yet a release revealed in 5 A flash that captured part of the soul that, Was stunning, beautiful, weak, strong. Regret that you'll never own

Destrucreationism by wanderingtruths, literature

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Destrucreationism

Sitting alone again in the room, I look at old pictures Wondering why I let the fire, Let the fire destroy what I knew Alone again in this room, I drank the only water left Quite some time ago So now only flames are what I know The flames are what I grew accostomed to Perhaps they're not so evil, Only a brand new water, My new water that I let engulf me... To restore me I let it engulf me But damnitt, why does it burn so much? It burns so damn much... Leaving only one thing in the room Me, again all alone. As it burns so damn much.

Death Becomes Us by wanderingtruths, literature

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Death Becomes Us

Somehow, I don't think this is right I always manage the amazing, The amazing failure that is my life, When they know the truth... Well hell....I'll be dead. Somehow, I don't think this is right Always doing what's in my power, My power that seems so useless, When she'll see me like this... Well hell....I'll be dead. Somehow, I don't think this is right My love that occurs so often, So often that my love is taken advantage of, When she understands what she's done... Well hell.... She'll be dead.

She Could be Loved by wanderingtruths, literature

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She Could be Loved

She sat there with a smile, He knows some of her secrets, He asks for all the help he can She sat there with a smile. Sitting not so far from her eyes, The hazel was calling out Her soul searching for someone to call to Sitting not so far from her eyes. His feet tapping the cement, She stole with the speed of Ares a glance or two, Or perhaps she didn't stare at all His feet tapping the cement. Staring down at the light, He wondered what to say next Knowing it wouldn't matter Staring down at the light. She sat there with a smile, It was only fake, he knew, He sat there wishing to see through the window of her soul Cause he s

Sailboats and Battleships by wanderingtruths, literature

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Sailboats and Battleships

Boats that left long ago, Destroyed by weather and earthly plights Discovered recently under the sea Their history revealing destruction. A battleship--all battle-scarred and torn--, Sits by an island, desolate and alone. Its crew left so long before It stands on stagnant water, no where to move Sailboats and battleships, Scattered across four seas, most of the sail boats are returned, Received as damaged items at their home base. Yet the one battleship, desolate and alone, Remains stagnant on that same island It seperated from headquarters, so long ago Long before headquarters had been destroyed The battleship, desolate and a

Dazzline Darkness by wanderingtruths, literature

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Dazzline Darkness

Peering into the void, He silently wondered what was there. He gazed into an abyss, That seemed to scream endlessly. Pondering what the Angels told him, Thoughts whrled around him Like a devastating hurricane It appeared to know no bounds. Looking more closely at the void, He realized a lake filled his vision, Dark, with many secrets to hide, The water rippled to reveal a scar. The scar upon the water, he saw Was the scar he bore on his chest, Exactly where his heart used to be Exactly as she had left his chest. He couldn't look away from the water, He saw the water revealing his deepest wounds So he plunged himself into the

Through it All by wanderingtruths, literature

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Through it All

So he sat down, His hands on the paper, Wondering what he would write this time. Blanks for bullets, He retained no motivation... Nor any inspiration. Lost within countless hours, Of thought and all that could have been He sat emotionlessly in despair. Desperation to tell his story Without emotions to guide, Aimlessly he looked for the target. Silence engulfing his prescence now, Entrapping his own prescence now The silence could not rise any louder now. And so he sat, all alone Pen in hand, nothing to show Believing it all, adoring the poison. He wondered who would care to write about him now.

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Measuring by wanderingtruths, literature

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Measuring

I feel full of love, yet i seem to find no place to send it too. My nostalgia gets to me every day and i guess i have given up...I am journeying through the same routine everyday and its redundancy has gotten me to the point where i can\'t seem to find who to turn to...there is one person to turn to, but it is this person that indirectly and unknowingly creates this nostalgia...i do not blame her for it...in fact, it is my own sense of...well, i can\'t seem to place the feelings for it. The feelings of those surrounding me seems to just fuel these thoughts in some occasions. i try to avoid it. it seems to always circulate to a point where i c

Poisoned by wanderingtruths, literature

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Poisoned

As you stepped near, you could feel it. The distance had been covered in unaccountable time. For years i searched with no mind to see, That till now you, an uncalled savior appeared. These stark words felt their way to you. Never discontinuing, they flowed like the pain. True to their purpose, They found someone unknown. The fake smiles painfully fed my reason. A reason to which i felt the need to give up. To let go of false hopes that my longing could be cured, Unwillingly and without knowledge, the longing had been created by you. Your beauty stunned me to a point of loss, As i had lost the will to think as i had before, Since

Yes I Can Say That by wanderingtruths, literature

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Yes I Can Say That

Being harmed seems to occur When it all feels like one slow blur In my lap I held the star I came to see As being the one that helped me. Nostalgia helped when all was lost To help find a final cost To what had once begun to see What I held so dear to me. In an instant, you had slowly transformed Into merely another star already formed On calling away what can be to see As taking that poison and making it a part of me. Expecting to recieve the same gift That had been given would sift, Sift through the enchanted flowers that didn\'t see What had once never before destroyed me. Calling out again this night in May Made me begin

Save yourself and Let Me Die by wanderingtruths, literature

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Save yourself and Let Me Die

I may not be perfect or right I know that I act like a jerk I know how much u cared for me But now I dont know what u see You made me realize my own truth That the \"hurt\" was real inside And now I see I\'m not who you want me to be But not even I am who I want me to be I did you wrong, i know i did So you can say whatever it is Whether it be \"I love you\" or \"I hate you\" I will always love you So much for love, you don\'t have it for me But it still exists within me I understand the hate you have Because I would too be mad When you do decide, promise me this, That you\'ll show me the truth so I am not blind Of what has

Shatter What is Yours by wanderingtruths, literature

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Shatter What is Yours

I guess, in a way, it is mutual The mistakes have been made on both sides Or so I am told... But I can\'t see the other side Maybe, in a way, the other side is wrong I can understand what is felt But the other side is wrong about this, The flowers have withered and mean nothing to me. We could, in a way, find our way around But finding out has been more painful Than wasting away with no hope In front of one of the flowers If you could, in a way, find yourself then make what is yours alive again So that it may not die for you Wasting away without a clue. I guess, in a way, that I have lost myself And the mirror has shattered i

Flowers Fall Away by wanderingtruths, literature

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Flowers Fall Away

It hits all of us eventually That I can\'t feel this way again And I am surrounded by all of this With hurt inside and burnt out thoughts Flowers fall away But you were as steady as the sky I stared into I let you drift into the noon-time moon With no worry of where your loyalties lie My own self, lay with you And I derived my thoughts from you With words that you thought you knew But I remained swimming through ice You didn\'t lead past you thoughts And you handled the pain all too well With thoughts of love, you sweared to me That we could make it over the lake of fire Maybe I was wrong... But I do understand this You will

Im Sorry by wanderingtruths, literature

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Im Sorry

All of this pain did give me something to write on But dwelling on it has been worse than two whole years I can\'t continue like this anymore, Feeling like all I know is that pain within me. Two whole years spent on one girl... I can relate to how stupid I was then To how stupid I am now Yes, I\'m sorry, but I can\'t allow you to love me anymore. Loving me will only lead to more pain More suffering, more hatred, and more \"I dont know what to say.\" And all this pain you gave to me Unwilling is the falling of this burnt out star. Maybe someday I will see what you won\'t doubt is real Maybe someday I will quit this failing Which

Be lead through the night by wanderingtruths, literature

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Be lead through the night

When the night dies, come with me. You will never believe in its appearance, its passion, its life-providing But it is true to its word With nothing but a carriage\'s light to guide us. If you can believe in me, To be \"Mr. Right\" Then let me guide you through the night So that listlessly, we can become entwined If one is to fall in love, Then let love seduce you No worry of years passed Or the fear of persuasions leading you past Bring yourself to life With a white sense of beauty Just as I have seen you myself And let my eyes be those that carry you Night is dark, and filled insecurely. But your beauty has brought a wonder

Eternal Convictions by wanderingtruths, literature

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Eternal Convictions

I listen as beautiful elegies take control It seems like nothing will stop the spreading And suddenly I live with this But wonder if you see it too. I will embrace you, As you drift into me With unrivaled consequences of our love And only ice blocked my path I watched you grow And you grew with affection for me Just as I had an exquisite fondness for your beauty And together songs appeared so lovely to touch \"Together\" can seem so graceful, When soft-spoken into each other\'s ear Of such words you speak in your manner And a sound as beautiful as your own Eternal thoughts filled hearts with joy Nothing can seem to break the

Best Ends With No Eternity by wanderingtruths, literature

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Best Ends With No Eternity

The room seems so barren With no pictures on the wall Of all the pain held within And nobody to clear the blood Someday we will all look back At all the pictures we couldn\'t find And laugh about the time it contains And all the immortality gives A new step to take with even less assistance And the previous steps seemed so helpful And maybe those you see Will someday be that help you seek Wishes for the best, Is the best advice given In a room that feels so noisy With feelings that were left in pictures It nears, day by day To the end of eternity it stays This day will always contain that picture Of you and me with a bit of

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Sing me Lullabies by AlvanityJokersWild, literature

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Sing me Lullabies

Mother My gums are eroding they bleed when I spit and I get scared to wash them. Mother Sing me a lullaby Of better times and Apple pies Cooling on the windowsill Tell me tales of Cottontail And Soothe my exploding eyes. Mother My lungs are bleeding Shrivelling inside my ribcage. Tell me how I got this deep And let me weep upon Your shoulder. Father My eyes are lifeless I don't think I can see. I fear that I am deaf To all around me. Father Sing me a lullaby Of better times and Butterflies Floating in the feilds. Father Tell me tales of Cottontail And Soothe my exploding mind. Sister My mind is aching Thr

My Addiction... months later by bellesolitario, literature

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My Addiction... months later

I hold my glass, my addiction, tightly in my hand. Afraid to let it go, afraid of the vulnerability it will leave me with. Afraid of the the sickness and agonizing pain that is certain to follow my overindulgence of the toxication i had filled myself with for far too long. So dependent on this glass and it's contents, afraid to ever let it go. Overwhelmed with the heartache and pain it causes, yet terrified of having to face life without the comfort and security of this poison. Too insecure to live life without holding this glass tightly in my hand, no matter how much misery it has recently inflicted upon myself. Yet not holding it tigh

Her Toxic, Her Addiction by bellesolitario, literature

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Her Toxic, Her Addiction

Holding the glass in her hand, she's never felt so independent, so grown up and competent. Never felt so responsible for her actions as she does now. Clasping the glass in her hand. Holding it so tightly she's afraid of breaking it, but keeping such a grip out of fear it will slip out of her grasp, falling, crashing on the floor, in turn, only to shatter her and this new feeling. She takes a sip, so invigorating, so intoxicating. The more she tries it, it gets that much more exhilarating. Only afraid now of not enough to satisfy her new overpowering addiction. Then after a long, pleasurable night, she realizes it's no longer exciting,

Mistake by doogle-kat, literature

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Mistake

Mistake Near the door of despair, He paused to stand as he Took the eternity ring Off of her tiny hand. No one who was watching Would contemplate to speak, As a silent tear Trickled down his grey cheek. Running through his mind were The memories he had, Of the moments they'd walked In the sand, (hand in hand). Now her eyes so terribly Cold, for he would never Again have her to hold. They watched in cold silence, As he bent near and Whispered the words "I love you" In her ear. He touched Her face and started to cry. Putting the ring on her Hand, he wanted to die. This is what happens to The people still alive… When fr

you. by groovy64, literature

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you.

Days were monotonous, Until you came along. Brightened my day, And sang the perfect song... Being with you, Was like tangible bliss.... Blessing my lips, With your every kiss. Sadly came the day, You said it wasn't right My head felt dizzy, Tears blurred my sight. My chest caved in, And it was hard to breathe... I just didn't understand Why you had to leave. You seem to have left, A void I cannot fill No matter how hard I try, Your presence lingers still. Does it make you feel good, To know that I say "i miss you and it hurts" Each and every day? I'm tired of this hate, And waking up alone. Without your hand in mine

bangbang by groovy64, literature

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bangbang

Bleeding away pain, works ...I swear bang bang on the door "What are you doing in there?" "Nothing, Mother. I'm perfectly fine." You don't care anyways... Your consience is wine. I turn up the music, and drown in my head Thinking, just wondering what it's like to be dead. Where do you go, and who do you see? Is there a god? Can and will he set me free? The gun under my chin, I can't wonder anymore. The voices are not wrong, I am such a goddamn whore. The trigger is pulled, wide eyes go blank Staggering backwards this bullet i thank bang bang, this time it is not at the door It's my head on the cold tile As I collapse on

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A New Face for a New Room by wanderingtruths, literature

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A New Face for a New Room

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Deviant for 20 years
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Current Residence: somewhere in SoCal
Favourite genre of music: i like all kinds
Favourite photographer: Akourah...Alice...
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: girlfriend's iPod
Shell of choice: crab shell...i am a cancer, after all
Wallpaper of choice: right now its a gorgeous Alfa Romeo
Skin of choice: hers
Favourite cartoon character: Gir...JTHM...Sonic...he is animated after all...
Personal Quote: do it with Heart

Favourite Visual Artist

dont know

Favourite Movies

Both Saw and Saw II...Man on Fire, Donnie Darko

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

right now? Jack's Mannequin

Favourite Writers

Davey Havok, Earl, Alice, Chris, Thai

Favourite Games

COD4, Burnout Paradise

Favourite Gaming Platform

Playstation 3 and PSP

Tools of the Trade

Ink...Keyboard...life...

Other Interests

Music, basketball and football(not american football, but true football).

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wanderingtruths

Jul 4, 2009

Long Time...

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only this time i really mean it. Maybe i've avoided this page because it brings back so many interesting memories...maybe its because i've changed. maybe i was too lazy. whatever the reason, i never came back...but i think i'm going to try now. at least try. and do it with Heart...because if you put your heart into it, then it will definitely mean something.

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wanderingtruths

Mar 3, 2006

Thanks...I Guess...

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First off, i must thank Thai and Aquagirl for continuing to read my poetry...as repetitive in its ideas they are.  But i'm glad you care to come still... Somehow I manage to put myself on a familiar boat ride, never realizing i'm purchasing the same ticket each time I do so.  I guess I'll never reach the Island.  The Island in my mind is one in which everything Sacred manifests itself in the best way possible.  Where I can have the one thing that I truly, with the bottom of my heart, desire. The Island, my friends, does not exist.  It is a figment of your Imagination... then again, some would just say I'm being bitter...again. Jonathan Z.

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wanderingtruths

Nov 8, 2005

This time...

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...I really took quite a bit of time to return to the website.  My absense has no excuse, I simply stopped bothering to come. Why, some of you ask? is it because I have no inspiration? Is it because I have the inspiration and am just not willing to use it?...no...none of those things. Sadly I have abandoned this website, because it seems that the people that made this website special for me have abandoned me, including people who dont even have an account here.  Those would be my friends that have sadly left me, in one shape or form. ...I have changed very much since I last visited this site.  Last time I visited, I complained about my lack

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groovy64

Oct 15, 2007

jonathan...it's been so long...do you even remember me?

i hope so. i must say, i like your new work. i missss you.

w/b.

love.

genanse--antes

Sep 7, 2005

edacval marita luning maria

edacval zabojstwem socjalisty

edacval zlavkaszda

edacval no sabia que la primavera duraba un segundo

edacval no da permiso el cielo

edacval ```sii``sii

edacval usted y vos

edacval la fuente me da escalofrios

ValorieStormbreeze

Jul 27, 2005

Guess what......YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED! Spread the love around! Pick any of your friends who you think don't get much love and, HUG THEM! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can hug the same person as many times as you see fit!
3- You -MUST- spread the love people! At least 1 hug!
4- You should hug in public! Paste it on their user page so they feel loved!
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay!
6- Please, don't worry about same gender hugging, it's a love hug!
7- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
Remember, this is about showing love to your fellow peeps! Everybody should get a hug ^^

lol....no you rock!!...really...i love ur stuff...ur really great...i like them all. You diserve the fav

bellesolitario

May 3, 2005

so two reasons im commenting, one, no one comments on these pages anymore and i thought that i hadnt for awhile so i would, and two i wanted to see if my signature worked haha ill talk to you soon... whenever you'll get back online. love you!

ImaginedHeart3

Jan 28, 2005

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(because im such a publicity whore.)