

Pale GiverOpen wounds on the doorstep Crying in the wind today Your devotion from this decay I am unsure of your lullaby Some may stay or not return Finding an amount of tragedy And we are always waiting. Whispers of devotion Run through the winds of Summer, Rain calls upon your tongue Lost in the moonlight of tomorrow. What do you see? When the time is for tomorrow? Do you think of me? Of the soon to be sorrow? Even then I shall speak Of the random rain clouds And wounded birds. The soldiers decline of sovereign. I shall be waiting for youPale Giver


Winter - Crystal StringsThe ground sinks upon his despair; The unfound intent on a lover's lips. His visage upon a messenger's brow To be saved on a forsaken kiss. Dreamers lie upon the lake: Watching intently at the morrow, And what will this sorrow Find in Winter's bloom? He shall surely seek the goddess Of night and snow. Her pale face a look of wonders And of no cares. A statue in her honor could not withstand Whatever reasons may play upon face. Her thoughts bring thunder and light, Her anger brings the earth's rage, Her eyes bring upon the joy. A gentle remindWinter - Crystal Strings


What Will Happen To This PlaceI woke up to the sky Reaching toward my eyes To fall from the ceiling Through the tiles of the floor and so I began to turn the whole world around, Just to make the wounds unclear.What Will Happen To This Place
The spirals of infamy made my body numb Without regrets of internal punctured intentions. What will happen to this place... What will happen to this face That settled on my shoulders.
The burns are clear on my forehead, What they say I will never know As I find myself in a room without a mirror And a rusty nail in my heel.
The sheets stink of dead wo


Hand-Prints .Unfinished.A frostful wind decreases into a decaying heart Murder shall melt, murder shall melt. And all we have left are prints All that are left are prints, That we touch with our hands Hoping to change history.Hand-Prints .Unfinished.
Don't fall asleep with the martyr, He will not give you forgiveness tonight For all his prints belong to his god. His bones, flesh, and blood All belong to his faith; All belong to his god.


Anti-EmoYou live to love.Anti-Emo
You love to give.
You give your love.
Your love is big.
Your big heart smiles.
Your smile is bright.
Your brightness blinds.
You're blind to spite.
You spit at hate.
You hate to cry.
You cry to love.
Your love is fate.
Your fate is real.
You really try.
You try to love.
To love, you'd die.
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Andrew the Mad Hare, sits way over there, and as I ran to glimpse at his tea, I saw the look in his eye and it occurred to me that well...the tea was LSD.
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BUNNY
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity." --John Lennon
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Andrew the Mad Hare, sits way over there, and as I ran to glimpse at his tea, I saw the look in his eye and it occurred to me that well...the tea was LSD.
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(O.o)
( u u)
BUNNY
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity." --John Lennon
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Andrew the Mad Hare, sits way over there, and as I ran to glimpse at his tea, I saw the look in his eye and it occurred to me that well...the tea was LSD.
/) /)
(O.o)
( u u)
BUNNY
"Fighting for peace is like fucking for virginity." --John Lennon
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- You can judge me all you want, just keep the verdict to yourself. -
You havent updated this in quite some time.
Cuz im PREEETTTYYY sure you're not 17 anymore. lol.
Or live in Ione.
<3
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-Llica-
-Loved by some. Hated by many. Envied by all.-
Nice meeting ya, Ivan.
All the Love...
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Hey.... you.
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ノーマター・マター
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Remember what Bilbo used to say: It's a dangerous business, Frodo, going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don't keep your feet, there's no knowing where you might be swept off to.
~from J.R.R. Tolkien's "The Fellowship of the Ring"
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