

Every MorningI once dreamed that flowers Never turned to ash And that the earth was made of a smile Not tearsEvery Morning
and Broken glass.
Black and white clouds swirled perfectly over a luminescent sky. Rain washed my flesh away and I sank into a song that happened to be strolling by.
I sang as I watched a millionbillion stars swirl around my eyes. The air was ice and fire, made possible through the dissolution of differences I crie


AfterthoughtThe sky has been shoddily saftey pinned over a melody Composed in a fit of Glass. It leaks out around the corners and turns intoAfterthought
Stars.
Dripping miracles cascade over the bone rocks. Every time we fall in
a puddle, A dream made of silver &


PicturesqueMy picture is hung at the end of a long hall. The hall extends for miles, with its plush carpets covering the dirty and cracked floor. Starlight streams in through stained glass windows of swirling color, greens andPicturesque
blues and blacks crating HARMONIOUS PATTERNS OF long forgotten dreams. The final wall is made of BLACK crystal, smooth and glowing and if you look hard enough you can see masked figures dancing around silver fires and they sing to the night and to the frenzied winds. My picture is hung at head-height, unobtrusive and framed only in black wood. In it, &n


PotentialWe stand, flames radiating from our bodies, Forming a message seen by the angels Hiding within the spaces between the stars. Ebony laughter and pieces of smoke cascade Downward, leaving a trail of hope and Dust. We look up to the realm of Gods, The realm of death And Life? And see ourselves mirrored, Though there we are perfect. We begin the calls, singing with the Elegance of Winged Stars. The burning rain begins to fall, and we Drink it in, mouths open to the flames. The petals of the ancient roses fall to the ground, While leaves float idly by &Potential


The MissionReality is a coined term, a meaningless mistake; grasped onto by the faint at heart, and those wanting to put an end to the infinite unanswerable questions that life has to offer us, that is; that life has to offer us if we choose not to give in.The Mission
Reality is an illusion. Nothing is reality, and through simple reason we can come to the truth....
reality is nothing.
But woah!....out on the horizon....truth??TRUTH!?!?!? TRUTH!!!!!
I thought you died many years ago, back before there were "motives", way back when.....
When no one even thought twice about not locking their d
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Dum spiro spero alis volat propriis ad astra per aspera
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It's just starting out. I'm just trying to get some people to join.
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"They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up." - Edward Bloom
~Snitch-HPClub
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It's just starting out. I'm just trying to get some people to join.
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"They say, when you meet the love of your life, time stops, and that's true. What they don't tell you is that when it starts again, it moves extra fast to catch up." - Edward Bloom
~Snitch-HPClub
Can't wait to see you there!
~xTeenageDeathGirlx
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look how pretty she is when she falls down and there's no beautiful in bleeding mascara...
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if you´ve some sxe related art or just art against drugs and so on look at the journal on our page to submit it.
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Straight Edge Community!!! ~straight-edge
Don't ever leave me again!
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~*Heaven holds a sense of wonder .
~*Such a rage that you could scream the stars right out the sky.
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