| This is me, the ever being me, the ever optimistic me, my glowing eye in this picture represents my everliving depth of soul to write and appreciate poetry. |


ClimbGet a grip. You smile as you say it. Smirking at your own stupid pun. As you place your hand upon the rock. And heave yourself up. Placing your feet. Getting your balance. Don't look down. leagues of ocean beneath you. But it's oh so worth it. Or is it? Life in mortal peril. But happy as Anything. Waves clamour beneath you. The immense satisfaction. Of getting a perfect grip. Over the edge. You look out. And realise why you came.Climb


In spirationInspiration. That rogue spark. Bustling in your mind. Seeking an outlet. A fire behind these blue eyes. A kind of madness. My imagery. Spilling like ink. Onto the page. I type with keys. Which unlock closed doors Within my eyes. And let slip the fire. Which i have kept hidden. My ineptitude with my hands. I make up for with my mind. For i could be a mortal God. Striding in. A titan amongst men. I would call my ship Narcissus. And it's hull would be mirrors. To reflect my arrogance. For corruption is a small priceIn spiration


Tragedy.A victim of death. So close to me. I had to prepare. For this day. And this day alone will break me. Amass your armies. Conduct your experiment. Does it mean you will escape. The inevitability of death. No. It lies in wait. Mechanical heart like a shadow. Beating in unison. With the throb of the universe. No man can escape time. And time is our only master. For what are we to do. When he rests his cold dead hands. Upon your shoulder. Guiding you gently towards this "light". Although its purpose could not be darker. YouTragedy.


MasqueradeI hope you wont mind. If i tell you the truth. Please don't shout. Don't strike me. Just listen. I am a fragile person. A glass boy living in a brick house. That is exactly what i do. Isee through you like glass. You watch my pitiful masquerade. As you hold your head in shame. At what i've become. At what you have made. You hate your creation. You'd burn it with fire so intense. It would scour the earth clean. Where i once stood. My mind is tainted. You brought me up that way. I wish you'd remember. But it's not your fault.Masquerade


Bound to HeartbreakWe simply cannot escape this inevitable heartbreak. Can't shrug off the horrors that we have endured. Just incapable of sitting back and leaving it. I've certainly tried, of that i am sure.Bound to Heartbreak
I was pleasantly lost. Within your golden eyes. Who would want to leave? It was like paradise. A golden age. I never wanted to go.
But i was wrenched from your eyes. On the table laid bare. Crouched naked before you. Before humiliation's stare.
You left me in pieces. I cannot remember. What warmth felt like.
Before that bleak December


Living Dead HarlotShe'll take it upon herself. To breed the seed of Lust. On her kitchen shelf.Living Dead Harlot
Like the Muscipula Catching flies. We wondered why. She watched us Die.
She'd watch you sq


Kicking OffSo here we are again. Chasing those tired old stories. Unearthing buried hatchets. Cycling through the insults. Let's end it quickly. You'll start the fight and i will end it. This i promise you. We remove our coats and stand parallel. My fists raised. Your arms by your side. Sauntering. Circling around me. You think you're the tough guy. I'm here to humiliate you. So you'll never fight with your ego again. Because it will win.Kicking Off


Cancerlast night in my hospital bedCancer
I lay asleep and dreamt. That there was a butterfly. Sitting on my windowsill. I saw your face . And reminded myself. That i was alone. Today i thought. I saw a bird. pressing against my window. But for a second. I saw your face. And choked back a tear. Tommorow i'll wonder. Where did you go? But i wouldn't know. And i never would. But for every remaining day that i had. I would spend them looking. And when i lost my strength. And my legs gave way. I'd commit myself. To dreaming ins


Stained Glass HeartWhat light through yonder window bleeds. Dripping into my soul. Filling my mind. With thoughts of you. And happiness with it. Let me steal your captive thoughts. And fly away with you. The birdsong in my heart. Will create a crystal rose. Which bears no thorn. No pain to bear. No burden to carry. A joy which only you know. And i will lock in this watery box. A lead weight in a lake. Sink to the bottom. I wont take up space. But i'll be forever there. In your heart forever. Every tear you shed. I will always watch. NeveStained Glass Heart


Tranquility.Harmony. A white light. Within a chorus of peace. Gravity pulls gently. Silk against skin. The first cut into a piece of blank canvas. The element of the brush. The paint. Which draws a picture. Of a stream. With a softly trickling waterfall. A clear night sky. Dotted stars. Soft rustling grass. Falling leaves. A picture. Of an elusive tranquility. That you never find by yourself. Only in a picture. Only in your imagination. Where there are no thorns. Where there is no torment. Only peace. Harmony. TrTranquility.
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Do not change the subject,
Let's go chase the sunset,
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" It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not..."
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i am the morguefairy- be afraid!!!
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" It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not..."
Well I've got a subscription now and I'd really love to see it if your still willing
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And if your crazy, I don't care you amaze me.
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Lying in bed would be an altogether perfect and supreme experience if only one had a colored pencil long enough to draw on the ceiling.
Gilbert K. Chesterton
Mango is tasty ^.-
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" It is better to be hated for what you are
than to be loved for what you are not..."
as you can probably guess, i can't sleep. op went ok.she was very touched by your message. text you later.
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i am the morguefairy- be afraid!!!
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Spread a little love!
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i am the morguefairy- be afraid!!!
it should be a religion
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Normality is my only fear.
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Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair. ~Kahlil Gibran
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I'll write with more coherence than I'll ever speak
I've been trying to find various friends on here.
And I found one
Not sure if you remember me
Just Another Memory...........
Hows life treating you?
x
disgraceee
xx
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Do not change the subject,
Let's go chase the sunset,
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i am the morguefairy- be afraid!!!
How're you?
come talk to me!
i miss our little chats.
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Do not change the subject,
Let's go chase the sunset,
i haven't spoken to you in a while, how're you?
xx
love you
Sorry, i know you hate that but it's to hard to give up. It's a really bad habit.
Hope you have a gr8 x-mas.
Check out my new poem whispers if you get the chance. k?
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