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Thoughts of a prisoned manMoving onThoughts of a prisoned man
So used to the sunset falling on these four walls so used to the noise seeping through all these halls And yet I feel life is far away I can never escape The chains that tie me down
to the ground
What is life on the other side? Is there freedom from these rules we must abide? There’s no telling how
I could ever live without
Moving on my life seems so plain All this structure has, eroded my brain Corrupted by the restrictions my mind cannot stand Is this really what God had really planned?
What is life on the o
by ~ninca777
Lovers Goodnighthere i stand with you in my hands the mistletoe hung high as was my plan would you love me if i died tomorrow but i wont so shed no sorrow I'm in love with whom I've not seen but i can feel it in my soul so serene i believe in love lasting forever but can ours ever endeavor a storm brews over head but we are safe inside this bed we'll dream tonight and dream no fright i love you is what she said and then good nightLovers Goodnight
by ~ninca777
Anger of Lovei hate the fact i am who i am and what revolves around me i hate what i do and how it stays and haunts my sleep the darkness that consumes has swallowed my thoughts my heart is like a fallen star and in hell it rots broken down i swear in agonized vengeance the pungent aroma seeps the air as her skin offers no resistance my mind is swallowed by the blood soaking my hands all for the pain of this love we share across the land so on my sadistic mascaraed of carnage and gore i let my love diminish until it breaks on the floorAnger of Love
by ~ninca777
memories of a lost man I had never known what pain and poverty really were. Sure I had heard of it often seeing as I worked at the local soup kitchen in Boston. Many times I would see the men and women that would walk in, what pain hid in the eyes of such beautiful people. I was unlike them I had jobs, a place to call home, a family, and above all some hope. I would see these faces walk in tainted by this awe of infested danger, inside their minds dwelled dark questions like “Why Me?” “What did I do wrong?” or “Is there anything left to look to why I must live to see another sun rise while everything in my worldmemories of a lost man
by ~ninca777
Favourites
brotherStanding there waiting for your dreams to come, you receive nothing.brother
Life a white canvas waiting for a beginning.
Fingers bruised and reddened searching to strike the greatest melody.
Waiting as a child, impatient longing for something
better.
Trying to begin anew away from the old, darkness no
longer confines the artist you seek.
On jagged truth the work of a benevolent force is found, emerging from entropy existence is precious.
Life changed forever.
The adornments you wear show the emblazoned artistry
of the spi
by *PhantomMonkey
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- Current Residence: NH
- Interests: singing,hockey,writing, and girls
- Favourite movie: Underworld
- Favourite band or musician: NIGHTWISH!!!
- Favourite genre of music: Rock/Metal/anything hard
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Favourite game: Rock Band
- Favourite gaming platform: Ps3
- Favourite cartoon character: homer simpson
- Personal Quote: i am but a spec of dust in the spectum of life
- Tools of the Trade: pen paper weird mind
- Email: ninca777@hotmail.com
- AIM: lessardz
- MSN: ninca777@hotmail.com
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