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MichaelAn angel torn by the world, so misshapen and coiled. The world now shaken, by the death of an angel. So misunderstood. Lost in a facade, molded by low life souls. So help me breathe, help me live! The tune of an era, over and last. Night now shines dull! As people change quick. The sad life, of a dedicated being. A different man in the mirror, beaten and suffocated, by his own creation, and a strive for excellence. The tears of generations, both inside and out, so help me God! Because our human nature, is dMichael
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King of NightThe king of nightmares, one who gets all the stares. Have you ever wondered why I cry? Pick me up, so high, so dry. Leave again, twice no more, I try to live so broken, so torn. Bring me down, down never again. Hallow and empty I have nothing to lend. You've burned this temple up and down, Burned through tales on to the ground. Horrors of shaken, grim skies, I want to swallow these putrid lies, like guilt-free torture. Simple, sad future. Tell me, tell me, tell me, so I have something to dream.King of Night
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ItWhy, O why, O why, so play with me like this? You are nothing. The sun's shadow to dirt. The dream of a tree. I march. The trace of yesterday's air. You smirk and gossip with rats. Dance with frogs. My march sinks solemnly in my path. Clear, transparent, soft stones, sharp wine. Who do you think you are? I live, impact, climb. You, stop. Walk, don't run. Live with it. Don't fight it away. It is there, here, emotion. I cry, yet you are dry. Lifeless, cold. Revenge. If I am Earth, you are my second moon.It
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FlyStop! It's me. You. I love you. Don't leave. Not now. Not here. It's wrong. My place is wrong. Can't you see?Fly
Yet, I'm unstable. It dances. Like an ancient culture prays. It's in the air. Pulsing around us, it glows. Our aura's vibrant embrace.
I can, but see. Barely instantly glancing. Blinds it more. It's flying, above the clouds. Higher than the heavens could ever reach. Flightless mourning of beautiful sorrow. Almost within grasp. Almost. I don't believe myself.
Infatuated, I'm lost. The lies persuade. Sing with it. Watch it dance. Bel
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- Current Residence: Boy from Illinois
- Interests: writing, graphic/web design, drawing, photography
- Favourite movie: donnie darko the persuit of happyness the breakfast club the truman show juno slumdog millionaire
- Favourite band or musician: sam sparro, paramore, kanye west, kerli, kelly clarkson, black eyed peas, pink, santigold, ne-yo
- Favourite genre of music: alternative/pop/rock/hip-hop/rap etc...
- Favourite artist: andy warhol, robert lingo, frances bacon
- Favourite poet or writer: robert cormier, stephen king
- Favourite style of art: abstract, innovative, creative
- Operating System: xp
- MP3 player of choice: ipod touch
- Shell of choice: seashell
- Skin of choice: ...
- Favourite game: apples to apples
- Favourite gaming platform: ipod touch, 360
- Favourite cartoon character: gizmo and mudkip
- Personal Quote: ^_________^
- Tools of the Trade: PSPXI, Wacom Intuos 3, my brilliant mind
- Email: fadedxrawr@aim.com
- AIM: fadedxrawr
- MSN: dino-monster@hotmail.com
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