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I'd like to write a poem or prose so nice
The ones that ooze with good advice
The types full of wisdom and truth
The ones that can calm and soothe

Or maybe a verse full of wit
That'll make readers go "That's neat!"
But all I can come up with is this lousy thing
About the things I keep wishing

I should come to terms with it
I really can't write for shit
DAMMIT!

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v Tuesday, April 20, 2004 v

I like dark lyrics. It's so beautiful, I swear, with all its despair, it makes pain seem so beautiful, like a gorgeous inspiration, ilham untuk sajak yang indah.

Well I know I'll never be able to string such words of meaning and rhythm so perfectly as they capture it all.

I'm such a bandwhore. I change my band of the moment like I change underwear.


We live, we love, we burn with passion and deisre for life and then we die.
If I gave you pretty enough words, could you pain a picture of us that works?
An emphasis on function rather than design.
Aren't you tired cause I will carry you, on a broken back and blown out knees
I have been where you are for a while..
Aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
And destroy the prettiest starry night every evening that I die.
I am exhumed just a little less human and a lot more bitter and cold.
I am exhumed.. just a little less human....
so much more bitter and cold...
After all these images of pain, have cut right thru you,
I will kiss every scar, and weep you are not alone...
then I'll show you that place in my chest where my heart still tries to beat.
aren't you tired of being weak?
Such rage that you could scream the stars right out of the sky
and destroy the prettiest starry night every evening that I die.
live.love.burn.die.

~wYLdeFiLLy~ 11:53 pm [+]