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Thursday, April 3, 2008

Quiet Island

Quiet Island Sail away to quiet island out of reach of the crashing waves the rolling, dark, thunderous clouds are too far out in the atmosphere to rain down on us now. In the depths of quiet island comfort is taken in profound silence the stars shine down from a hole in the sky to shower us in rays of peaceful bliss. I dream of simple crystal wishes so fragile and dear they roam the cracked walls of the places we call home together they whisper what we desire so clear. Come sail away with me we... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, April 2, 2008

The Common Clown

The Common Clown I’ve always been fascinated by The clowns at the circus With their painted faces and big red smiles. They’re just as phony as the rest of us. Cowering behind their amusing facades But at times I admire their seemingly petty skill. At times faking life is more than necessary Because the stars aren’t always aligned in perfect constellations, But gathered by fate’s commanding hand like dice And scattered across the sky. There are times that the brave thing to do Is to wake to a new... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, April 1, 2008

Hey Everyone!

I'm going to stay with my sister for a couple days. I hope everyone has a good week! Sign in to see full entry.

Welcome to the Asylum

Welcome to the Asylum Miscalculations, unseen and unforgiven, why are we all still living welcome to the asylum what is your problem welcome to the real world what are you here for Are the walls closing in why are they all walking away again what do they see in my eyes that sends them flying sky high narcolepsy falling asleep shall I view another fleeting dream Welcome to the asylum welcome to the real world schizophrenia an alternate reality where nothing there is real a thin veil between that... Sign in to see full entry.

Monday, March 31, 2008

The Star Gazer

The Star Gazer It was a cloudy night one evening in July dense and quiet stiffling and humid. A watchful star gazer lay alone in the field but there was nothing to see. Disappointed and broken let down by the universe the star gazer packed up her things she wished she were a pupet master and the clouds had strings so she could pull them apart so the star's beauty she could see. What was there to do? Nature does its own thing. But as the star gazer raised her head one more time in hopeless wonder... Sign in to see full entry.

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