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HelpfulI realize that this isn't a particularly pressing issue--I simply felt the need to explain the sudden drop in the overall size of my gallery.
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TriumphantPick up the pieces,Triumphant
stitch together the seams,
make whole the soul that was broken,
sharpen the edges, forge a new weapon,
live for the kill,
the thrill
of knowing that you've won the fight and earned the right to stand tall,
show them all that you're not a quitter,
not a liar,
not broken down,
worn down,
cut down to your core,
not any more,
you've settled the score,
it is done,
the day is won,
in to the setting sun ride with your left over pieces, broken
wasted
sorry pieces trailing behind unne
by ~thewordwizard
In Memory of a Life Lost WellEvery year, on the day after my son’s birthday, we go and visit his mother’s grave. I’ve never had the heart to tell him that she actually died on his birthday; I never wanted him to think that it was somehow his fault that she was gone. I even went so far as to ask that only the years she lived be engraved on her tombstone. I knew she wouldn’t mind.In Memory of a Life Lost Well
Even now, almost twenty years after the fact, I don’t think that my son would be able to understand that she knowingly put herself in danger that day. That she left our home knowing she might never see i
by ~thewordwizard
Brain Vomit, Volume IILove is a many-splendored thing. Just like miracle creams and get-rich-quick schemes, Cure-all pills and stimulus bills. Its wonder is touted, From the rooftops shouted- But did anyone ever stop to think That perhaps There’s more bad than good in a wild-eyed fling?Brain Vomit, Volume II
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Take care where you tread; The ground is dangerous here. Pieces fall and the ground oozes Sticky slick Waiting to capture its next victim.
Do the shards tear the cuts, Or the cuts produce the shards? It’s difficult to say.
Take care where
by ~thewordwizard
Brain VomitFor too long I’ve been quiet. Sitting in the dark is safe, But in the vacuum of my own private hell, no one can hear me scream. I’d like to say my cries have fallen on deaf ears, But they really haven’t fallen on any ears at all. This bottle is uncorking. Brace yourself.Brain Vomit
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A million little words fall Catching every jagged edge, Every open wound, Tearing scabs wide And making the blood of my passion spill. With this blood I scrawl, Countless pages, Announcing my presence to the whole fucking place. I hope I wake
by ~thewordwizard
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- Current Residence: Nowhere that you would ever be able to find.
- Interests: Anything that doesn't involve you. Yes, you.
- Favourite movie: All of the Lord of the Rings movies
- Favourite band or musician: Uhm...I can't choose just one!
- Favourite genre of music: I have to pick a favorite?
- Favourite artist: blood-bandit
- Favourite poet or writer: Closet-Poet
- Favourite style of art: Whatever catches my eye
- Operating System: Vista...unfortunately...
- MP3 player of choice: One that doesn't suck.
- Shell of choice: Um...wut?
- Wallpaper of choice: Timeless Heroes by blood-bandit
- Skin of choice: My own?
- Favourite game: MarioKart Wii!
- Favourite gaming platform: It's a toss-up between XBox and Wii...what can I say, I love MarioKart?
- Personal Quote: If I promise that your death will be quick and painless, can I have a cookie?
- Tools of the Trade: Pens, paper, and imagination.
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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