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as scene in my head by peaceplacid, literature

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as scene in my head

stirring, shaking, bones are breaking, i am making vows to kill undertaking this undertaking while souls are quaking louder still and if maybe, this voice faintly, pleads and begs and cries insanely i will cut him deeper still, yes i will end him slower still. crows are stirring, with my fury, ground is cracking, vision blurring and its getting darker still, demons watch intently still tongue and flask and clown in mask all help to make the scenery last flesh will burn, and turn in turn as they pop another pill as they cut me deeper still, yes, as they push me further still

dear friend of mine by peaceplacid, literature

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dear friend of mine

dont you dare, no not again my words are my blood and its mixed with sand its landing, yes falling from palms of my hand so dont you dare touch them for i cannot stand the sight of you, mere thought of you im itching to move to make two, yes break two holes in you my words are my blood and i'm drained through and through take your feet back, and please walk away my eyes turning black, my lips move to say my fists now are bricks, your face, made of glass so please walk away, and walk away fast you're times running out, i'm about to begin sprinkle you with blood, punish you for your sin i'll turn your glass right back to sand, an

by candle light by peaceplacid, literature

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by candle light

by candlelight, there shines two bright stars that shine both day and night brilliantly they light my life they are none other then your eyes these two gems, your beauty trace compliment your perfect face holding my soul in warm embrace with your elegance and grace sleeping beauty, can you hear the faint sounds of my pen stir? writing of you lying there as the music of the spheres dance and mumble 'cross the sky rhythem of a dragonfly angles sing from heaven high and, of your mere presence, they cry "oh may we have just a peak? for our lives seem so dreary, bleak without seeing this perfect thing this girl of which the bird

tattered wings by peaceplacid, literature

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tattered wings

oh to these old tattered wings what is it i owe? but this bitter misery and curse of broken vow and if these old torn wings could speak what would they say to me? tales of broken dreams and flight down to melencholy with rhythmic drums, and midnight hums that put the gods to sleep my dreams come from the darkest slum and fall before i reap this brings me here, with streaming tear to how i lost my wings to leporsy and cancering these most dearly missed of things for on that night i broke to flight to somewhere far away it was my luck, my wings were struck by hands that ne'r hold sway with pain and torturing i fought to

pasage in the fore' by peaceplacid, literature

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pasage in the fore'

Dark, headless creature, pointing to the door into black, thoughtlessness, serene forevermore Why should I trust, his finger thrust into the looming corridor? He has no face, no mouth to trace no eyes to see what lies before. Yet, as I stand, and wait, and see my present curiosity bubbles up, yes, more and more standing, silently right there in his cloak, bone finger bare pointing with no thought or care at the passage in the fore' i do decide, not like i shine to aid the black behind the door no thoughts i find, to change my mind and so i aim my feet toward the boding passage in the fore'

worm and crow by peaceplacid, literature

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worm and crow

and though this light shines on my face i cant see through my lids my eyes are closed, and i am dead to all that goes on 'round me the vanities of being friendly these worries, among others, i shed for i am deeper then you know my friends writhe, worm and crow waiting to bring me back to dirt and when my cadillac takes me one simple thing i ask thee just take the stains out of my shirt

and everything was right by peaceplacid, literature

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and everything was right

one night, not long ago, i slept and in my dream, i wailed and wept encompassing this evil dread for my dear love, it seemed, was dead i was left, all by myself with friends, but still lonely for even though i still had them her love completed me and i was lost my very soul began to split as rain came down in sheets and it was then when i had reached the stone floor'd pit and glass shards cut my feet that i gave in for there was no reason to live i had reached my end to my demon for he was the very fear in me that my life, alone, i'd spend but just then a radiant light, seemed to set me free it woke me up, the sunlight

these darkening grey thoughts by peaceplacid, literature

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these darkening grey thoughts

these darkening grey thoughts of mine find their way to me in time blinding like a light divine while darker things do ring and chime incredible it is at least, the pain it brings to find my peace of mind behind black flower wreath like rusting chain and grinding teeth this leather strap that is my friend, making me contort and bend writhing with no freedom end, yet no one has a hand to lend how lonely my own fight will be, struggling just to break free no friend to find to run to flee, beginning sweet serenity solace with no peace of mind, ironic now but soon i'll find these darkening black thoughts of mine, work their way from me i

crumbs by peaceplacid, literature

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crumbs

find these crumbs, ill say to some but others will give no sign certain ones know, the dark of my soul and others think i am just fine but why should i care? leave crumbs lying there? i know its not doing me right for i am now tired trying to be admired have i given up in my own fight? so walk down the stairs and crawl in the ditch you will find me swimming among the dead fish dont bother to ask the reason i'v pass'd i have to say, it was my own wish

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inside my mind by peaceplacid, literature

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inside my mind

inside my mind, an image does grow. back to my pit, my mind does now go. i can see the tomb, of root and earth, warm like the womb, from which i was birthed. the air around me, grows warm and stale, i scream in for more, but lungs seem to fail. my eyes now grow wide, im praying to gasp, how much more of this could i possibly last? something more creepy, my eyes feeling sleepy, my fear begins to fade. i breathe in my last breath, and embrace my own death, my thoughts turn into mere shade. and, ah, now, sweet peace, no longer i think. no longer i weep and mourn. no longer in hell, my minds prison cell, no longer am i stil

small doll... by peaceplacid, literature

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small doll...

What a small doll, that sits on the dirt floor. 'round does it crawl, searching for the dirt door. But, with no crease found, im afraid i'll have to drown that poor doll, that sits, upon this dirt ground. But, ah, i am not all that bad. No death becomes without a fair trial had. I call the first witness, a maiden, fair. What must you say, about the doll laying there? 'AH! This doll i have never seen! I deny, ever having been! in affection with such a pathetic thing." I nodded my head, "i see, i see" The second witness, a friend untrue, "That i asked the first, ill ask of you. What of this doll, from you can be said? of this

inside, these words i hide... by peaceplacid, literature

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inside, these words i hide...

it takes a lot out of me, my pen, and pad, you see, to put down a simple writing, so the world can read and judge me. and deep inside, these words i hide, beneath melodical writ, a small soul, who recently died, curled up in the depths of a pit. Nothing to warm me, no blanket or sheet, just me and this cold slab of stone. no one to talk to, comfort, or hold me, my only friend, my own thoughts, alone.

sonnet for... by peaceplacid, literature

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sonnet for...

And now, lying here, inside my place, where she comes to visit my dreams. Thinking of the stars, that adorn her face, from which immense beauty streams. Next to her, the heav'ns are dull, and the depths of the sea not deep. For her, to the moon I would go, and scale any mountain most steep. Upwards i look, to black skies englossed, then bow my head to sigh. All is lost, my heav'ns cross'd. Riven the stars in my sky. And so, I lie here, down inside my place, dreaming of the stars that her beauty trace.

a fool, now made... by peaceplacid, literature

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a fool, now made...

and so, i write. again in here. pouring out my soul. who listens to, this babbling fool, whose heart beats all but slow. it seems to me, to be, you see, my plan to hit rock bottom. my darkness grows, the story goes, shall i reach the city sodem? and bridges gone, that i have burned. of friendships long, once even yearned. to be more then that, of just a friend. who knows what lies around this bend. and time slows down, it seems to stop. the moon stays in its place. and in this moment, iv not forgot the beauty of her face. "Look at the stars, and moon, and fields, look at the trees, and the fruit they yield, look at the s

white flower by peaceplacid, literature

pale moon.... by peaceplacid, literature

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pale moon....

The lonely, pale, lumbering moon, hung upon a silver thread Casting grey t'wards the shadows, whose souls are all but dead. Hear it now? A simple voice. That screams above the crowd. "With this knife,Ill finish you moon!" his tone of hatred and dread. "Ill kill you, moon! Ill watch you fall! Ill bring you to the ground!" "For under you, he stole my love and made me wish to drown!"

vast empty formless thinkings. by peaceplacid, literature

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vast empty formless thinkings.

vast, empty, formless things, distracting their minds eye. of which they all will marvel. and for, some will die. On such things, cities are built, and priests bow down to grovel. and trees take root, to bear their fruit, all empty in the same. and people eat, and sing and greet, playing their vanity game. It came and went, their time now spent. all smile is gone now. For as he comes, his chariot burns. all now struck to the ground.

shadow of the sun... by peaceplacid, literature

sometimes the sun shines... by peaceplacid, literature

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The Black Birds by TheMoroseCherub, literature

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The Black Birds

Beat Black Birds down as they rise to the skin, Concieved in the heart that is firtle within The Heart was born vile, and the flesh was made weak thus I give birth to this cherubs' deciet The malace that moves me to Love what I hate Moves also my hands sealing my fate The war wages on 'neath rotten flesh The soldiers all fight some for Life some for Death I fight for my cause so my body I beat Gouging my eyes and sev'ring my feet I'll pummel my body and lead it a slave Break myself to govern the way I behave The path is not pleasant and the road walked is cramped I stay true to my course and in this path my feet

a girl: dreaming freedom by darknessupon, literature

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a girl: dreaming freedom

Her feet dug softly into the dirt she ran, her arms spread out with a daisy in her right hand, over hills and feilds till she sees water and sand, her hair flies with the rythem of the wind, she runs with freedom, runs with speed. She stands tip-top of the hill her arms spread wide, head back she breathes freedom hearing the rhetorical tide, the ocean speaking to her it could drown the earth with words, the earth spinning she dives down the hill touching the sand, running down the shoreling kicking up wet sand like diving swords. Pausing herself she stops facing the ocean dropping the daisy, she faces the ocean her hair blowing the

By Day and Night by Krytonite, literature

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By Day and Night

Do you ever wonder if i ever do get scared Do you ever wonder if i ever give a care Do you have to let life hit you in the end with a lifelong retribution and a humble hand to lend And if i fall before you get here please leave me with myself and if i die before you shed tears please call on someone else and in your dreams of past times do you sleep among the rest a comfort knowing that there was a dime to buy the things that we forget but the past now seems so far away and a dream is nothing yet a reassurance that there is a day in which we will never fret and if i fall before you get here please leave me with myself a

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Julia of the Seven Oceans by Krytonite, literature

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Julia of the Seven Oceans

Abandoned she lays just the clothes on her back a rock to her waist and a rope colored black With an Ocean so red you wonder how it turns blue Shes lost all that shes said lost all shes held true "Should I jump in this sea?" "Should I fall down this depth?" "What's the use being here When all I've seen is this death?" "All the people I've loved All the people I've met Either up with the doves or down with the rest." As the color of blood envelops the ocean blue she kicks the rock in the sea and then she dives in too The people now stare as she fades into black but she smiles so sweetly and does not once look back T

Win Oneself to Win Another by TheMoroseCherub, literature

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Win Oneself to Win Another

I'll pull the trigger On my motives Before they Kill my means I'll burn intentions at the stake Before they beat me To my dreams Could a pauper Warm a graceful queen? Can the moonlight By the sun be seen? Could this thorn Give a flower to a rose? Will kind words descend To make sure he knows? Could the sky See earth as a goal? Could a diamond Ever love a coal?

A Curbed Still-Life by TheMoroseCherub, literature

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A Curbed Still-Life

I cleared the field I made the lepers play, I burned the woods No one lived there anyway Binging and purging All the thoughts in my head, Faces are beaming Through the walls of the dead Dizzied by The heights that I reach I sharpen my teeth On the words that I speak I made the god All the children come to pray, I burned the church Holy-man lost faith today Binging and purging All the thoughts in my head Faces are beaming Through the walls of the dead Dizzied by The heights that I reach I sharpen my teeth On the words that I speak Binging an purging All your thoughts from my head Scraping and screaming As I'm dragg

Callous Afternoon by TheMoroseCherub, literature

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Callous Afternoon

Why cannot all that callous Stick over top emotional? Why cant I make the empty As simple as the full? Is it too much to ask, To skip a step and end up fast? It'll be alright if I could just be wrong And make it all wash out right I fall just left of How perfect I could be Just reach and start to take it I'll hand it out for free __ I live between the tiles Choking on the curtains I wish I didint wish, But the way I wish is perfect Crying ashtray tears, In fear of Sunday morinin Take the chimney or the front door, Either is uncertain Sleeping in the front yard Thats hiding in the corner Lifes about the latter So apprec

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sweet rain fall again by peaceplacid, literature

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sweet rain fall again

oh why do i love the rain feelings of alive and sane catching drops roll off my brow yet i love this rain somehow shivers do run down my spine watching people herd like swine final warmth, a single glove thinking of again my love thoughts inside me spin and swirl of my own beautiful girl praying to god for this world praying for this love unfurrled oh sweet rain, please make me sane and give me peace of mind and do make fresh the air to test a breath of her to bind me to her soul, through all this cold dont let me stop to rest and for her, this love unfold but let me do the rest for with my strength and soul and mind i th

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peaceplacid

Nov 18, 2004

survey

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(1)Your name: jason wenstad (2) Are you happy with it?: i guess (3) Are you named after anyone?: not that i know (5) Your User name:peaceplacid (6) Would you name a child of yours after you?: no (7) Then what would you name your children?: Boys: no idea Girls: absolutely no idea.. (8) If you were born a member of the opposite sex, what would your name be?: boqueesha shaneequa ajuenee jackson (9) If you could switch names with a friend, who would it be?: dont think i would do that (10) Are there any mispronunciations/typos that people do with your name constantly? nope (11) Would you drop your last name if you became famous?: No.

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peaceplacid

Sep 11, 2004

msblast

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sorry everyone, havent posted in a while, i am still writing, but my freakin comp has a virus. msblast. so, im reformatting, all i need now is a windows xp product code. lol. so, yah. ILL BE BACK

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peaceplacid

Aug 30, 2004

added to 'dreamer'

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i changed a lot and added to "dreamer" just to let everyone know

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death-upon-our-heart

Nov 27, 2006

hi butthead, how are things going for you, haven't talked to you in a while again. well talk atcha later, peace.

ChainedFreeSpirit

Feb 15, 2006

Thank you so much for the

on "Camouflage Me"...

Cradlegrrl333

Feb 11, 2006

Thanks for the watch.

learntoswim

Feb 6, 2006

Thanks for the watch.

hey thanks for the

hey hope everythingis going good haven't talked to you in quite a while...........ttyl bye

Jester-Race

Feb 2, 2005

cool, thanks for the comment. I saw somebody elses sculpture... it was like a doll.. and sombody mention that it looked like something from a Tool video.. i wonder if ur talkin about the same thing ^_^;