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The LettersGently choosing My own course The river, flows Down my spine Like a breeze Softer, by the chill Shaken, by the fill Is hypnosis real? In my dream In my willThe Letters
Written letters Forgotten branches Of the unknown child Little being Of memories Speak, with a smile I place the heart In your fire
Too much, is it? Is it too much to bare? I seethe nothing I seethe, no more
Holding onto The burnt letters The ashes I come to mourn Why is it raining? In a soul Like mine
by ~incubustrav421
A Stranger TodayI’m a stranger to this room To this scene My eyes, for the moment Just stare, at the randomness And the quietness Shown by the quivers In the disguise, of generosityA Stranger Today
I’m feeling, these things Like the words That move in the wind I’m feeling, the thing That makes you contact The meaning of regret In the palm of your hands
Sympathy is nothing
But I’m farther than where I should be Maybe, eyes are crossed By harnessed complexion But, nothing to worry about As staggering causes Will be wrapped
by ~incubustrav421
Beyond the HavensMay I look onward? Towards the horizon The light settlingBeyond the Havens
From the dawning of an age Where we become
Where we are
Something beyond the dark
Looking onward And eye forward to the sea I sail with the peace from scars As into the west, I may be
May I peer back? Towards the havens, glistening Friends of forever And hopes of tomorrow
Where I embark Where I am Forward beyond the dark
Looking onward And eye forward to the sea I sail with the peace from scars As into the west, I may be
A
by ~incubustrav421
The Irony of SelfOne less meaning One less light to come across As my hand graces moments With a lasting chance Of something to gainThe Irony of Self
I drink the water From the glass of hourly rain The fulfillment
Of making taste trite and true
The best of situations I crack the egg of happiness And let the yoke Make its stay A winter, forgotten With the sun shining In an arrogant fashion But something that I imagined Everyday
Apart from the pasture And the elegance Of a mountain scene Apart from the feelings That comes acro
by ~incubustrav421
Favourites
Midnight VisionsThe moment between a dream and awake I saw youMidnight Visions
With your ever backwards gate A small smile Honeynut brown eyes
Walking slowly, Like a distant forgotten memory
I lay in bed, half awake Half dreaming
Can I let myself fall deeper into a slumber So that I may see once again my long lost lover
Or do I push away the memory As I wake up, and prepare myself
It’s going to be an empty day.
by =TheLeavesOfMemory
Passionless KissesThe firetips of his fingers glaze my skin As I look into his empty eyes They are a vacant brown Easily mistaken for green or blue or hazelPassionless Kisses
I choose to look away as he kisses me So similarly, so differently The music of the club pounds in my chest
The texture of his unfamiliar hands on the small
of my back burn my skin, he is new, strange a nobody.
I can feel the weight of vodka holding me to the ground And I can see the beer bottle in his hand The lights, the colours, the fake smoke
He buys me a shot, his eyes still missing a soul
by =TheLeavesOfMemory
Butterfly-like AngelSometimes true love is a butterfly that lands in your heart for half a second While you laugh and talk to nobodies with the unknown pulling Tugging on broken soul strings which seem to never snapButterfly-like Angel
With painful tears across the living beat of life Almost want to take a shard of broken glass And sever our connections between this body, soul.
If the butterfly flies away, that love was made a lie But this one dies and rots in my open palm Leaving a heart shaped imprint on the box that holds a soul.
Perhaps he was an angel, with his imperfect laugh and smile Tempting o
by =TheLeavesOfMemory
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Devious Info
- Current Residence: Va beach
- Interests: Poetry, music, movie buff, computers
- Favourite movie: Adaptation
- Favourite band or musician: Incubus, Kenny Chesney, Brand New, Rascal Flatts
- Favourite genre of music: alternative/melodic/country
- Favourite poet or writer: William blake
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: Ipod Classic
- Wallpaper of choice: Incubus Montage
- Favourite game: Resident Evil 4, Rainbow Six: Vegas 2, LOTRO, GTA4
- Favourite gaming platform: Xbox360, Nintendo Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Kenshin Himoura, Jean & Mugan (Samurai Champloo), Samurai 7 and cowboy bebop gang
- Personal Quote: Soft Spoken with a lot of Meaning
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/incubustrav421
- Email: incubustrav421@yahoo.com
- AIM: incubustrav421
- Yahoo: incubustrav421
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Don Miller says we are called to hold our hands against the wounds of the broken world, to stop the bleeding.
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