Devious Journal Entryupdated a few things a while back. some of it's good, other stuff is average. you be the judge.
uhh. yeah, just had an urge to get that old message off my front page. That was lifetime ago.
Biff
Letting Go
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Memoirs of the Dearly Departedfingers stretch out toMemoirs of the Dearly Departed
touch you from a lifetime ago, like a hand from the grave, reaching through the dirt to take a hold of your ankle
Do you remember me? it asks do you remember how we danced in the moonlight, sung to the stars and hamonised 'till dawn?
you try to turn away but it grasps your ankle clay and flesh leaving stains on your gabardine
I remember, it says even if you forget our moondances, our starlit serenades. They left an imprint in the earth that lies around my grave seeping in to
by ~coffeehouse11
Life AflameYou've listened to the walls they can talk it's true you don't like what they're saying so you burn them down around youLife Aflame
I'm left with the scars
of the mistakes that i've made I'll never return to
the past as it fades
I live in the pictures the silver nitrate of years gone past full of lies antiquate i should let them go but their fire keeps me warm as the walls burn down around me I hide from their scorn
I'm left with the scars
of the mistakes that i've made I'll never return to
the past as it fades
by ~coffeehouse11
Parcels of Present PastThe ghost of old thoughts has come round to call again bringing his heavy parcels the present is a gift he said but where does the wrapping go? I reuse it when they are done with it. he carefully piles them on the table for me to sift throughParcels of Present Past
I find the one I want to see but do not want to tough be careful with that one, it burns I gently lift the lid plain brown wrapping, blood red bow black liquid flows out its acidic touch scarring
by ~coffeehouse11
AllanaThe night is cold the ground is hard and the moon is shining bright her tears are carried on the breeze as I bury her tonightAllana
I can almost see the satin and lace blowing in the wind as I toil over the shovel I feel the sweat begin
The leaves are rustling in the wind and the dirt clouds in my mouth but still I toil for ever more never giving out
by ~coffeehouse11
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- Current Residence: The Great White North
- Interests: Jazz, Thinking, Poetry, Rock and Roll, Bass Guitar
- Favourite movie: Forrest Gump
- Favourite band or musician: Better Left Anonymous
- Favourite genre of music: Rock
- MP3 player of choice: none
- Shell of choice: Conch!
- Wallpaper of choice: The Creatures In my Head
- Tools of the Trade: A pen and Paper,sometimes my bass, If i want to hit you.
- Website: http://www.danchan.com/weblog/Biff
- MSN: biff.thewanderer@gmail.com
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The beat of my heart was a bell that was tolling
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Remember, when I'm in Hamilton, this is definitely the place to find me.
Love you
-Cat
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And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain thrilled me, filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before.
sorry after that i sorta ran off -_-;;
thanks for picking up the phone, tho
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~Lady Vincent~
A thousand irises beneath a starry night,
Or fields of golden grain against an amber sky
All the colors fade to shades of bloody red
These razor lines trace the time I loved you
So long before you left...
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