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The End?They say it’s really not The End But an image so dark it brings A solution to a problem? As clear as the Banshee sings?The End?
Or wails, whatever the case may be Reverberating from the crypt No tunnel of light awaits, I fear When life from body is ripped
A violent end brings forth new form? A life that’s sparkling and new Reincarnation I think it’s called Whether real, I haven’t a clue
The urge is there to investigate more First hand, what an interesting thought But an eternal flame engulfing me Is not the afterlife I wo
by ~AnfieldX
Bargaining with TimeWatching the clock.Bargaining with Time
Tick Tock
Tick
Tock
Is it true you wait for no one?
Can you not make an exception?
Surely achieving something or getting to somebody of great importance warrants a slight bending of your age-old, all-revered, cast-in-stone, callous, ridiculous, mind-fucking rules?!!!
Ok, ok … I got ahead of myself there Sorry. You’re the Boss
But Please?
You see I have this little problem… can I tell you about it?
Umm OK
It
by ~AnfieldX
You've Got MeYou’ve Got MeYou've Got Me
Isn’t it strange how time and again My thoughts drift to you I’m away and alone with no time on the phone I don’t know what to do
The pictures of you that fill my mind through Are as clear as a pool Of sparkling water and I know that I oughta Not act like a fool
But you’ve got me
If you want me You’ve got every part of me If you really really want me
It’s been too long since I looked into your bright eyes That made my heart pound In a room full of people when to me it appeared
by ~AnfieldX
When Angels CryChapter OneWhen Angels Cry
“Where do I begin to tell the story of how great a love can be?”
It all began on these same streets of Naples on a similar summer night a long time ago. A long summer was almost over & the heat had been excruciating. There had been light relief in the form of a few wayward raindrops but ultimately this had only added to the mugginess.
Her name was Inge & she was a beauty. With her blonde hair she stood out among the predominantly dark Italian ladies, & with her high cheekbones & goddess-like features, she looked like Michelle Pfeiffer on a very good
by ~AnfieldX
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AloneAloneAlone
In the darkness I sit silently Thinking, dreaming Alone.
All is still Except for the cries Of pain and suffering.
All is cold Except for the heat From the light of my candle.
The day is harsh The night, like death Sweet, silent death.
I am in No-man’s Land Marooned, weeping Alone.
I am in an air bubble Floating from here to there With no destination.
I am being sucked Into the maelstrom Drowning.
I call for help No one hears No one se
by *cblue
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- Current Residence: Sasolburg, South Africa
- Interests: Writing, Music
- Favourite movie: The Crow
- Favourite band or musician: Nick Cave
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Personal Quote: Everything happens for a Reason.
- Email: warren@betternet.co.za
- MSN: wasteland_ntl@hotmail.com
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
I really like yr works
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Veni - Vidi - Vici (c)
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
and come chat with me
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; And every little absence is an age - John Dryden
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Absence is to love what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, and enflames the great ~ Anonymous
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