

ColorsStanding alone in a crowded room, I find myself at ease Ignoring the hands that come sliding along my skin I am more than one of these, but I am less because I'm not one Their flesh may be warm but their souls seem cold or shallowColors
Wandering through a shifting sea of gray, I seek vibrant colors The colors of a vibrant personality, a comforting compatibility
A soul whose colors can compliment or blend with mine Such a search is long at hand, but the tree will bear fruit


NumbI feel like something is missing...Numb
A dull ache in my chest, where something used to be A weight, like soaked wool, on my shoulders Dragging me down
My legs give way to the pressure, too weak to support me My arms too tired to pull myself back up They're all going numb
A gaping hole in my chest, where the love should be Where ever it is... It's not with me.


VoidShe stalks slowly around the edge of your peripheral senses Fighting against the voices yelling in her head Not wanting to push you further but desperately wanting to be held Struggling against the empty void of her bed That warm hole which beckons her deeper down into herself Against hope that delays the tears waiting to be shed A heart fragmented, torn apart in a dozen different waysVoid
Never knowing down which path she will be led


WanderingI wander aimlessly through a landscape my eyes don't see places I've dreamed of and places I never wanted to be my feet drag slowly, though they leave no trail as I drift, I see smiling faces and shining souls behind me are two layered planes of existence One is golden in sunlight, serene and untouched The other locked in twilight, marred by my presence Unnerved by the sight of such duality, I turn away There a purple iris catches my eye, so beautiful, so delicate My hand reaches to stroke a fragile petal and passes right through it, incorporeal the sky shifts to black and theWandering
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If death is the answer to love's mysteries,
Then bleed on my darling to the sound of a dream
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Remember, remember the fifth of November
V for Vendetta
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"We are are the artists. Even if it means just living life."
-epione
"Let each man exercise the art he knows." -Aristophanes
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~Reality was invented by people without imagination~
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