

Boundaries of ComfortThe atmosphere is alive: the radio is on, We sit here comfortably, side-by-side, Together, we chose the song: The music of our lives. Now the radio is off, and all the air is quiet, Your breathing is all I can hear, But between us is like a bright sun lit, A vase of blooming roses near. They claim that silence is golden, But I will hear it as silver; They disdain all lies as sins, But what smoothes lives is flatter. For white are the lies sung smiling, by our silver tongues.Boundaries of Comfort


presently past futuresCurrent times are nothing more Than the dreams of the future and the past of before Foundations of thought from far in the past Future steel that will forever last Laughter that stretches from before to ahead Sepia smiles that fade and said see idealistic futures only in our heads.presently past futures


living off of Sacrificethere once was a princess with shadow-black hair and snow white skin; her blood red lips gave quite a scare her smile was too-kindly on a face too-fair.living off of Sacrifice
but born she was from a wish too desperate: for only death could keep her candle lit
each sacrifice brought contrast and whitened the white a demonic angel in each ray of light, no peal more pure than her laughter of delight
until blood had dyed her lips a too-bright red and her very life was the poison of lead
she could not live; but did not want to die so when she closed her eyes one last time &nbs


hiding broken pieces you could have left the pieces but you took them all away shattering glass so carelessly and turned me to night from day.hiding broken pieces
you could have left the pieces but you hid them all away you whispered your indifference wouldn't let me have my say
you could have left a single part but you took them all for you now my heart is shattered shards irreparable-but for your selfish glue.
willingly you broke my heart refusing to repair, to spare a single drop: instead, you hide the shattered shards


ShoesIf you walked in someone elses shoes, Would you care about the ones you choose? Would it matter if the shoes you chose Had gold inlaid soles, or worn out toes? Do you think you could handle, anything you got? Do you know you could stand being put on the spot? If the shoes were from the 80's would they hurt your feet? If they were from the 90's would you feel complete? And what if they were 3 sizes too small? Could you even stand in them at all? So walk in someone elses shoes,Shoes
and they will walk in yours, You'll see how good you had it,
and how you closed your door
Shinya
Joe 2
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"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call." ~Sylvia Plath
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"Hiding the tears in my eyes,'cause boys don't cry."
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One who lives without love can never truly live... One who embraces love can never truly die... 'kiwi-damnation'
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