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Post by wunderfly on Oct 4, 2004 13:59:01 GMT -5
I exist to prove one thing... that I do
confused? ask me a question... I will answer
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Post by wunderfly on Oct 4, 2004 14:28:50 GMT -5
f**k loving illusions. f**k drawing lines between friends / lovers / allies / enemies. f**k wanting to be someone else. I'm annoyed with being the nay-say for those too scared to challenge anything... why ask why? am I just a tolerated permanent fixture of "bullnuts"? could it be that entertaining? I wonder... "haha... yeh that petra sure is a f**king nut case!"
yes yes rivers and oceans of discontent around continents of conflict. a constant tug of war between extremes and consciences. who wants that? nobody. so the remedy available is out of reach. even from myself. jekyl and hyde without a bottle to blame. if only my most abrasive parts were not my favorite.
I dont want world peace, just peace of mind... my own happy bubble. people are so protective of theirs, it must be nirvana with a gasoline glow. "back off, get your own bubble!" f**k you buddy, mine popped years ago! we live in a world of scraped knees and bloody knuckles... why wont you enjoy it with me?
I'm constantly amazed at this love for pain that musicians constantly try to recreate... what the f**k is wrong with the real thing? I was born a woman with a name for strength, trust me I can take anything you've got. but dont expect me to take it like a man, cuz I'm not. I bleed, I cry, I hurt, I hate and I love it cuz it means I'm still alive... as much as I hate that too. it's who I am.
everything means something and that doesnt mean I'm paranoid... my greatest delusion is thinking "you know what I mean?" f**k you buddy. I dont think, dont remember, dont know, just feel it, be it, see it and if you're not f**king paying attention, you've lost mine.
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Post by TalixZen on Oct 4, 2004 14:47:02 GMT -5
f**king deep nuts. Well put!
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Post by wunderfly on Oct 4, 2004 15:53:26 GMT -5
;D
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Post by wunderfly on Oct 5, 2004 12:19:22 GMT -5
"this society is a bunch of idiots" - Layla
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simplelight
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times are tough for dreamers these days
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Post by simplelight on Dec 23, 2004 1:30:09 GMT -5
i got something...
[drunken butterfly]
we all live in the same dream and seem to dream the same dream. negativity seems to sink into our skin and our bones are eaten away by the cold raw flesh.
your flesh and my flesh repel. your name and my name only seem to clash and the pattern of the city's eyes don't seem to make much sense and i am lost (as i was from the beginning). only this time the moon doesn't seem to help me with my problems (oh, i wish).
can't bear any of that intense virus anymore. are you immune? i think not. a plucking on your face an ex-lover to your taste and not much of anything seems to make much sense anymore.
i'll only listen to the butterflies and follow the glow. i'll only bring real smiles to my friendships and follow the expressions. i'll only trust the legality and follow the characteristics. and i'll only love who wants to be loved and [never] follow my heart.
well...the bruises are alive again but this time there's a wide stretch across my broken face called a smile and i'm "happy!" with or without the love i'm in myself and i'll never think of that place again. you can rip my knees cut my toes scratch my face and i will never utter another sound of it again. but because of the same shuffle through the distinguished plea you will always be with me and i will never, ever, utter another sound of it again.
seperation has begun to lose it's purpose and the captivation in your voice makes my smile drip. and my melts into a nebulous cloud of confusion but the colour of my illusion saves the being from her dying and all that's lost makes up for that feeling but please don't mistake me...
'cause i am happy.
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 23, 2004 13:24:24 GMT -5
I have nothing...
just a pile of wax hardened and cold dusty and faded every flame every burn another drip another layer it's not protection just scar tissue
a slightly shorter candle a slightly longer wick burns hotter now faster now I'm running out of time.
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 23, 2004 14:32:34 GMT -5
BE love?
I am my experiencces my failures my opportunities my rejections my talents my faults my passions my obsessions
how can I be anything else?
is it like be confident, and you will be successful?
yesterday another interview, today another rejection.
I am skilled I am experienced I am unemployed
years of success mean nothing, after just a few months of failure. I've fallen, and I cant get up.
if my life has not taught me to be love, how would I know it? how could I be it?
WANTED: teacher of love apply within
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simplelight
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Post by simplelight on Dec 24, 2004 18:25:51 GMT -5
it's all so simple, a plate set for a king cup for the jester fork and knives for the king.
it was here we watched the sunrise set fire to mountains which turned little ones into stars...
and this is where it begins... another beginning to a lifetime's end. through the rain and through the storm we am reborn!!!
re-cast in summer shade we speak angel in our names and not much of anything seems to make much sense anymore... and yet we go on stealing kisses and heartache melodies chasing fear and doubt with silent shouts.
please believe that i write this not for me i write this for you and everyone to see, that this love your love my love is made of the deepest green sea and how amazingly beautiful so chaotically wonderful it is to both be stars in the greatest of all love stories.
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simplelight
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Post by simplelight on Dec 24, 2004 18:40:25 GMT -5
lights that chase the wild spaces where the moon lies makes it's shapes forever she says, "forever". we lie and we tame every thought that claims us clouds fake faces of her and she knows me now.
here we ride away...
the flowers fade and the colours fading every line, curve of her into dream. she has everything she holds in everything it sends us back laughing when we ride away. and she knows me now.
and there she goes by now.
you better watch her watch as she walks on by. you better watch her watch... 'cause if she goes my heart will follow and i will try to follow she gives her heart to the sky and it's all but mine. if she goes my heart will follow i will always follow she gives her heart to the sky i'm giving off my sky...
this is my own improvment of a stupid world this is my advancement we ride away ride away...
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 26, 2004 1:35:03 GMT -5
you must be drunk or I am hallucinating are you (for) real? what is this intoxication? this intangible thing I remember it sometimes as genuine as I am as real as I can be sometimes it finds me
embrace me now hold my head keep me here show me how
but something tells me there's more to it than this d**n. there I go again my doubts and fear respond speaking louder than I want to listening harder than I need to as an expert of denial it shouldnt be so hard but I want to ask...
who are you? where did you come from? why are you here? what do you want? ...really?
I know, I know. dont ask dont think
/makes another drink
as an expert of es-ca-pe why is this so hard for me I can lose myself in nonsense forget fear and consequence but not for love?
I know passion and I know intensity... but not love? I know release and I know freedom... but not love?
as an expert of logic, I still dont get it.
expert of love, look me in the eye and tell me you understand.
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 28, 2004 7:23:18 GMT -5
f**king junkies and their two faced coins keep your flippin tricks to yourself now go buy your own d**n death and leave me the f**k alone
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simplelight
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times are tough for dreamers these days
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Post by simplelight on Dec 29, 2004 11:31:32 GMT -5
Unkept towns, plein de broken homes Just a hole... Just a love junkie, without a friend No importance...nothing to no one... And I’m "just a friend"... Lost in this world, drowning in fear and love I am liars bait Half balanced with so much challenge And so much resistance... Universe full of narcism and racism... So much sexism So sexy Completism
You’re just a natural born troubadour An inborn dramatist Your love is a movie And everyone is paying to watch... Nothing is fundamental or indispensable anymore... Just live in the closet and feed off the dust bunnies dot dot dot You will ruin the life of mine, and especially others I guess you will ruin everything... You live on your mind You live off of me You suck me dry, you need a makeover Give you a mood over Or a mind over Bitter and twisted images... Makes everything painful Your words are like dried ice So cold they burn…
The endless hush waiting for my depletion All I do is value you But there’s nothing to value anymore! The lusterish feeling I get when I’m near you It’s starting to tarnish, doll. Maybe it’s because you’re never around… A muffle of syntax Secluded in my back… The pain is unavoidable… This love is unavoidable… We’ll just stick to inertia Because after all I’m certain this universal condition Will pass over time... Will soon deteriorate. Vanish. Like me.
Everything smells like the love And I’m so sick I’m vomiting in my sleep and dreams In my own mind I listen to my pumping heart "Please stop, oh, please stop...” In my own head I feel my painful heart "f**k, stop...please f**king stop"
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 29, 2004 12:50:10 GMT -5
dearest friend loving stranger robin hood on methamphetamines tweaking under cover with your arrow aimed at my heart you strike with a skill and power as if I were attacking myself as if I'm not
dip your point in poison back it up with intent call out the beast bring on the demon doesnt it bring out the best in you?
every wrong turn is a new direction you may misunderstand me as long as you are listening if I am everything that is wrong you know what is right if I am everything that is right you know that is wrong
I hide nothing cant even try to I am transparent unfiltered eyes unforgiving of lies as dark as I appear I'm equally as bright
I see everything your brightness your darkness our love our hate together it is the same thing one being none
my affection for all of it makes me unstable
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 29, 2004 12:58:11 GMT -5
80,000 people lost in an instant as an act of god? as an act of war? did you feel it? cant you still?
80,000 people but under 1000 meant more are you not ashamed? are you not guilty? open your gifts and judge.
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