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About Me Member Emotional Poet boundwovenstar15/Female/United States

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Woven

hear the music, isn't it so
perfect, perfect. what is perfect? living deep inside your mind. hear the clock; tick, tock passing by the wasted time.
here comes the bride all dressed in
red, red. blood red roses climbing up the garden gate. midnight hour crawling nearer let the moon decide your fate.
see the empty swing swaying

back, back. back and forth cross your heart and hope to die. slicing through the sun rise silence sinking back into your lie.
whatch the little girl as she
lives, lives. lives

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Please Bank My ConfusionForeign words fall like splashes of green tea on the ceiling plunging forward into the past wait for the photographs to wake me
the book slams shut the cat spreads her wings and flyes away open my eyes and
fall asleep spill on to the floorand soak into the glass soil take this confusion to the bank
and trade it in for a pack of crayons let me color all day on the crowded surface
of the human coloring book Romeo, I beg you to life and push Shakespeare into your place peel off the skin of an orange and eat the apple inside stitch toge Please Bank My Confusion
by ~boundwovenstar

Evaporationhello? hello? where are you? where am i? they've been waiting for us. they've been waiting countless years. go outside at night when the moon is pure white, and the sky pitch-black. you won't see them. they will see you. you drink in the darkness. wait! don't... it's poisoned... too late... they found you. no more waiting. no more tears. they found me, too. we're not lost anymore... wait... where did you go? i've lost you again... maybe i'm lost? the reoccuring feeling of emptyness. realizing fate, we part. this Evaporation
by ~boundwovenstar

My Rooma cluttered floor;
i have no door-- just a gapping hole.
a silver clock; a grey radio on a box-- for i do not have a real table.
a lim-green chair; there's dust everywhere-- because dusting is no use.
an army-green bed; dreams clutter my head-- for capturing them would be foolish.
a white feather-rose; un-folded clothes-- because there is no time.
a tiny wiccan shrine; the tears? their all mine-- because people scoffed at me.
caution tape on the wall; a stitched-together doll-- made My Room
by ~boundwovenstar

Drownig Roseso far from home so far from life
so far from perfect
so far from strife
so far, she's dying so far, no truth so far, no answer so far, failed youth
so why is there anger? so why is there fear? so why is there love? so why are there tears?
so what if she goes? so what if they cry? so what if they care?   so what if she died?
so who does she hate? so who does she fear? so who does she love? that's who gave her tears. Drownig Rose
by ~boundwovenstar

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ORIGINAL: Deity v.3
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Cat ScratchesSliced and scratched Cut and diminish Skin flinches under the touch of the blade As my mind dares it to take a challenge Of suffering and pain Can you endure these painful pleasures enough To feel the ripping burst of summed up feelings That my mind has trapped In this circle of thoughts That goes around like a train Caught in the circle of its tracks How much longer can it go on Before crashing into its destiny -A train wreck.
Cat scratches of love Caught in a thought Many thoughts Of one Dear Subject Unlucky enough Cat Scratches
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Twigs + SticksTwig Light and fragile
Stick Hard and cruel
Tea Sweet and clear
Coffee Bitter and murky
Leaf Floating in the wind
Frond Stuck in sweet earth
White Pure but unsure
Black Tainted but certain
Wind Silent but gentle
Water Rushing too fast and too hard
Twig and stick Tea and coffee Leaf and frond White and black Wind and water Twin and twin. Twigs + Sticks
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Current Residence: over the rainbow..... like i'm gonna tell you, f***ing stalker.
Interests: poetry, coloring, dreaming, cats, pirates, vampires, dragons, guitar, sporks, the list goes on......
Favourite movie: Rent
Favourite band or musician: Incubus Sukkubus
Favourite genre of music: Punk Rock, Metal
Favourite artist: Amy Brown / Nene Thomas
Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare
Favourite photographer: the guy at my mom's wedding...
Favourite style of art: anime / manga
MP3 player of choice: Zen
Favourite game: Legend of Dragoon / Final Fantasy 7
Favourite gaming platform: PS2
Favourite cartoon character: BIG RED MONSTER!!!
Personal Quote: live for the hell of living; die for the peace of dying.
Tools of the Trade: worn-out socks, black thread, sharpie marker, and a sewing-needle

Email: wish_4_death7@yahoo.com

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~CoffeeOfSin Oct 9, 2006, 7:37:51 AM

I am disappointed, Jenny. Like the moths and lights you once wrote about in seventh grade, you have begun accepting compliments of beauty.
I still love you very much and I still care for you deeply, and of course, you are still my sister, but I suppose that I alone will take beauty as an insult.

I congratulate you on your newfound beauty and I wish you the best of happiness with it.

There is no point in living if you cannot find a point in life.

~boundwovenstar Oct 13, 2006, 6:47:29 AM

thankyu much.... it means a lot *i guess*
yarr! you need to call me.
oh yeah, and more that one part of me is still the self-loathing little girl you knew in sventh grade.
lylas
tootles.

~CoffeeOfSin Sep 26, 2006, 5:02:26 AM

AARRGH. :anger: I seriously hope you read this, Jenny pants. My phone has been shut off and will not be returned to me until Thursday. :sadness: So don't tihnk I have forgotten to call you!! I can't!! OUR CABLE = DIRT AND DIRT HAS NO WEALTH!!
Okay, tootle fruits. Yarr.:Wow!:

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There is no point in living if you cannot find a point in life.

~CoffeeOfSin Jun 1, 2006, 9:48:49 AM

foolpants, I do believe I am going to die if I do not have a decent conversation with you soon. I know you've been busy, and I know I'm not a joy to talk to, but do you think you could spare a couple minutes??

I is going insane and Mac Lik-a the Potty. When I call you, ask about the potty thing and I shall thee.

PANTS!!! Danish...danishes.

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There is no point in living if you cannot find a point in life.