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demolition.I found God on a road to nowhere, lit by candles in the twilight.demolition.
I don't think it will ever stop horrifying me that the most beautiful thing I have ever seen is the railway to a Concentration camp. My faith was affirmed by a train track that led to the death of millions. I have walked the road from there to the gas chambers, demolished by the Nazis in a post-war attempt at salvation. I have seen a photograph of a victim posing at a fairground with a giant polar bear statue, pre-war, and refused to look for her name because she was too real and it was just too much.
I am a Catholic, by birth, and a Christian by choic
by ~lederhosen-baby
the family."We didn't need to say much to communicate, but now it's different: 99 percent is misinterpreted."the family.
I'm not calling you a liar, but silence is golden and yours is shining, glimmering. As you turn away, my words bounce off your back and straight into me; I'm playing singles tennis on a doubles court, and damn it I'm making a racket. Maybe I'm wrong, God knows I have been before, but I've a feeling that this isn't one of those times. You twist as you go through the door, and I know that face. It's the same face as every other time you've done this, every other time I've shaken with grief and fear and wonder. Our daughter sits on the
by ~lederhosen-baby
innocence.The thundering rhythm of a Glass on the table, I'm dealing in Hertz to keep the frequency stable. This hurt is magnetic, it's central, a Power, I'm closer to take off, each Hour by hour. You're building me bridges, I'm Burning them down, you've drained me so deep That Iinnocence.
Feel nothing now. This family is fragile, we're breaking
To curse, we're bending like branches And snapping much worse.
The glass slipper shatters and all that is left, Is the princess, feet bleeding, completely bereft.
by ~lederhosen-baby
chocolat.Breakable as sparrow’s wings, we’re dancing on The edge of something beautiful. If words were colours, We’d be hanging Van Goghs, Warhols, on the walls of Our imagination and the elephant in this room would Blend in magically until I could quite ignore its presence.chocolat.
by ~lederhosen-baby
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Remember, Remember. She was perfection. She was anything but perfect. But there was a special sort of something to the way she made jokes but never laughed at her own, the way she danced in the rain, the was she made up her own words when English wasn't enough, the was she took a five-finger discount on small things in cheap jewelry stores. Being with her was different. She gave people the courage, the daring to do things they'd never think to do on their own. She'd been known to convince her friends to do the most random things, from crazy food combinations to walking across town to go sledding with older guys. ShRemember, Remember.
by ~xxCrimsonStars
HitmanOh God! Oh God! What had I done? The blood glared back at me in the moonlight, flowing freely into the cracks in the pavement. The gun in my hand weighed a tonne. But I looked at him lying there so pathetically, no longer cowering like a baby, and I felt alive! I felt I was the powerful being on the planet. And it felt good. No-one would stand in my way. I let out a small nervous laugh. I was horrified at the bloody carnage before me, but I had such a buzz that I had never experienced before. I began to giggle but then stopped myself. I had to keep control. I turned my back to the remains of - What waHitman
by ~jax-hitari
Consume MeConsume me or else rejoice in me, Can any emotion do that bar despair? Draining, Draining. Make it stop, and make it fade!Consume Me
Consume me and save me! Feelings of love strength and joy Lighten my spirit,
And erase my woes: In short brighten my day.
Consume me or else leave me be; For half feeling
by ~PeterJK
Mr. RegretI can still trace your hands. I still remember exactly how they looked with their worn creases from hard work and the veins that accentuated just how beautiful they really were. I can still see them waving at me in that silly-sweet way they used to all those long years ago and how whenever those beautiful hands did wave at me, the butterflies would be let loose and all the blood would rush to my head, my face, my ears. I still remember the way you broke me. For once someone searched beyond the happiness on the outside and looked for the real person. You cracked my shell, the worn one, theMr. Regret
by ~musicgrl12589
Devious Info
- Current Residence: l'angleterre.
- Interests: if it doesn't involve moving i will probably like it.
- Favourite movie: bridget jones, eternally.
- Favourite band or musician: regina spektor. jack's mannequin. queen.
- Favourite genre of music: most of it, really.
- Favourite poet or writer: plath, she's beautiful.
- Operating System: xp. bloody vista!
- MP3 player of choice: my scratched up, full up nano.
- Shell of choice: denial, obviously :)
- Wallpaper of choice: flowery.
- Favourite game: halo 3 and conan, of course.
- Favourite gaming platform: my 360, nom.
- Favourite cartoon character: daria.
- Personal Quote: "stand for something, or you'll fall for anything."
- Tools of the Trade: post office pens :)
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