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Like Art Can Save Me [18 Aug 2005|04:12pm]

♥ 5 are a waste of paint

Like Art can save me [16 Aug 2005|08:15pm]

♥ 3 are a waste of paint

[06 Aug 2005|03:59pm]

please keep writing & promoting, i want us to stay active. thanks!

thank you disparitie for making such great promo banners&buttons :)
waste of paint

crime scene investigation of an im window. [04 Aug 2005|09:12am]

i remember when
first met her.
you do you do
i made you guys
meet each other.
did i, did i, did
i, i did. ever
tell you how much
i hate you
for that.
indirect result
of my pain and suffering
just crucify me
it would taste like candy.
y me
put me to rest.
cheeky snide
and unrealistic, fairytale-like
explanations for life
over here, life different
then delaware.
caused this.

waste of paint

"like art could save me" [02 Aug 2005|06:57pm]

♥ 2 are a waste of paint

Billy's Rain [01 Aug 2005|11:07am]


When I'm lying awake, listening to rain
hammering on the roof,
the phrase comes back to me,
our code for 'Let's get out of here'.
We were huddled in the back of a van
with the lights, the videotape equipment
and the man with the rain machine.
'Why can't we use the regular rain?' you asked,
as rain hammered on the roof.
'That's God's rain', said someone.
'It doesn't show up on film.
We need Billy's rain for this one'.
When I find myself soaked to the skin, tired,
or merely bored with God's rain,
the phrase comes back to me.
I'd say it now if I thought you were listening.
  -Hugo Williams

Poem found here.

waste of paint

like art could save (a wretch like) me [25 Jul 2005|11:49am]

[ mood | sincere ]


♥ 5 are a waste of paint

MOD POST//new theme [24 Jul 2005|07:32pm]


poems about rain, thunderstorms, hurricanes, oceans, anything to do with water.

please keep promoting :)
waste of paint

Like art could save me [24 Jul 2005|09:57pm]

♥ 6 are a waste of paint

like art could save me [23 Jul 2005|07:10pm]

Name: Teraesa
Age: 18
Experience:(put if you've won contests, published poetry here) no, can't say i have
Music: (put your favorite artists here) right now i'm really into coldplay...have been for a while. i'm also getting into indie rock, i.e. the shins, remy zero, zero 7, kings of leon, frou frou...etc.
Favorite Poem: (put a poem you like, but didn't write here. specify who wrote it.)
this is tough...i have too many. but i'll have to go with "Much Madness is Divinest Sense", by Emily Dickinson:

Much madness is divinest sense-
To a discerning eye-
Much sense-the starkest madness-
'Tis the majority
In this, as all, prevail-
Assent-and you are sane-
Demur-you're straightway dangerous-
And handled with a chain-

Example of Work: (put a poem you wrote yourself here.)

*Carbon Copy*

Break me loose
From these binds that hold me.
With the acid
That drips from your tongue
You burn me from the inside
Till my screams pull the blood
From your ears
And my nails leave their mark
Down your back.
You force me into the infinite abyss
of your arms,
and your darkness swallows me
as my voice is strangled
By your stifling oppression.
Your thoughts infiltrate my mind
Stealing my individuality,
Till I'm nothing but your carbon copy,
Discarded on your desk as you search
For your next victim,
assimilation inevitable.

5 Words Describing Yourself: confused, hopeful, lost, cautious, scared
♥ 3 are a waste of paint

Like Art Could Save Me [21 Jul 2005|07:08am]

♥ 6 are a waste of paint

like art could save me. [19 Jul 2005|05:35pm]

♥ 6 are a waste of paint

no title [19 Jul 2005|12:14pm]

patterns in static
each dilated polka
dot uniquely the
same in the exact
way the one before
it could have
ever been diverse
drifting into my,
what seems like
endless thought
process, i have
come to the
factly conclusion
that there
is a meaning
behind the clutter
of dust on my
television screen
all of us, just
as useful as this
image before me,
in time, like
electrical problems,
we will be
forgotten, moved over
by new difficulties.
that one pixel
of red.. or blue..
that seems to be
a trick our eyes play
just pass us by
unnoticed, unappreciated
never seeing this beauty
in time, forgotten also

© jack
♥ 9 are a waste of paint

sup losars. [18 Jul 2005|06:18pm]

This community is officially open
& new.. so help me & Chana out.

[1.] make promotion banners
[2.] apply, duh
[3.] promote promote promote!
[4.] tell your friends
[5.] try to tell people who are good.

if youd like to contact me
my aim is BELOVED MIME X
thankss :)

start applying.
♥ 8 are a waste of paint

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