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What is this Ticking.Ticking, Ticking, Ticking,
this watch, the clock, the sky, they tick,
          wandering I catch simple minutes,
  striking I stumble over slime coated seconds,
                Tock, tick, tick, ticking, tick,
Oh mouth ridden in guilt,
       pasted with fuzz, it goads, it writhes, it festers,
   Oh sweet merciful time, Bitter unforgivable Joys,
        & What is this Ticking.
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When did my angel die?I can fly, but I wanted his wings,
I wanted the light that he shone,
I wanted the love that he seemed to have,
the love that I never got, here all alone.
Grounded by my obsession, Flightless by my omissions, I looked to the air For my angel with heart-shaped wings.
When did my angel die? for it seems as if I could never find him,
No matter how hard I looked,
something always obscured him from me.
I wonder if I ever knew him at all. Did he visit me in my dreams, haunt me in my nightmares? Was he conjured from my desperate mind? & When did my angel die?
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In The EndWhen we rest within the turning earth,
we will know our lack of worth. For resting in our final place we meet our fears face to face.
For resting in our final place we meet our fears face to face. Knowing that we once wore wings, and lovingly we still whisper the songs the air sings.

Knowing that we once wore wings, and lovingly we still whisper the songs the air sings.
But sadly the song begins to fade And with it the memories we've made.
But sadly the song begins to fade And with it the memories we've made. Such simple things they are In The End
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Warm My Heart.Crisp these kisses fall, so brief they land,
each a perfect image, each it's own moment.
They are gentle, they are pure,
each one of them is a unique little heaven.

The sky may hang languid and grey,
but those clouds to me are marshmallows,
they hide a sweetness that no one can deny,
they are sweet candy in this darkened world.

Frosty the words may seem, blowing in fog,
but there is warmth even as it lights up the air,
it lights up this frosted dreamland, this frozen heart,
it lets me feel the warmth of the fires of love.

The trees around Warm My Heart.
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these are the latest of my works.. though i have many more waiting in my gallery

not all of them the same as ones out here..

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The sea.

She dances under the moon,
her footsteps keep in time,
her restless tossing main of hair,
foams and greys and writhes.

Her breath can be as warm as summer,
or as cold as the winter ice.
Worshipped in her marvellous existence,
she moves her hips to call and entice.

She puts us at ease, she makes us frown,
her moods are lightening and ever strong.
Her winsome sighs, her blood, her thighs,
they linger in our memories and rock us all night long.

Her nutrients, her truth, her beauty, has been the cause of so many lines.
The sea she

I came runner up in the elements contest with this poem

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Nocturnal AffairsOn frivolous nights of oppressive heat and thunderstorms looming behind the hills, they snuck out for a few moments of pleasure, scarce but endearing.
Two pairs of sweat-slick palms traced curves and contours; tongues marking their territory with sloppy wet trails like hot coral pink slugs on lettuce leaves.
Soft moans interrupted their feverish rhythm of gasps and sighs, audible to no ears but their own, keen to hear every sound inspired by their lovemaking.
Before sunrise all traces of their short enco Nocturnal Affairs
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A Different Serial KillerSmiling, she poured the tiny corpses to the kettle and turned up the heat.
She turned her attention towards another one laying helplessly on the chopping board, sharpened her knife and began her macabre ministrations, slicing up the corpse.
The pieces that used to be him were joined by his former lover and an old friend, both now evenly sliced.
She tore off limb after limb paying no heed to their owner's cries, shrieks and pleas for mercy for the poor owner was just le A Different Serial Killer
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Cow SonnetWhat is it that moves so many a heart?
That furrows even the most clever brow Is it only for the soul to impart Or is it just something that rhymes with cow?
Answers to these questions I vowed find To discover the secrets of this poem I found you must look inside of your mind To find the corner that your heart calls home So to you I dedicate these soft words It recognition of that which has passed Sun, moon and rain, the flight of the birds Anything of this world is yours to ask Before I leave, there’s one thing I must do This rose, my heart, a gift from me t Cow Sonnet
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Psycho-TherapeuticYou are my drug.

I take you in small doses and feel you slip around me. Eyes closed in anticipated ecstasy as you numb my mind,    my mouth opens to liberate the sigh of a forgotten breath.
Every nerve tingles with concentrated consciousness,    while all else fades into nonexistence. You are all I need, and for a short-lived time I go beyond myself.
All too soon I am torn from my ecstasy,    forced back to surreal reality. Once more I am hollow inside,    and I count the seconds until my next fix. Psycho-Therapeutic
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MY LAST DAY ALIVE...

Journal Entry: Tue Nov 17, 2009, 12:05 AM

Well it has come down to it my sugar plums. It is my last day here for a while. Tomorrow and thursday are my last 2 exams, and this is my last day of premium membership. It has gone so fast, yet it seems to have been dragging me down. I will be gone for a few weeks, though I am unsure exactly how much i will be able to get on the net after that was well. I have regretfully got to live without everyone of you for a while. I will be spending time with my sister and her new little baby though, as well as a few friends of mine, I will be thousands of kilometers away from here which is such a good thing. I am so looking forward to steaming out of here. As you all probably noticed if you have been watching me for a while, I have lost a lot of my inspiration and my focus in my writing, working around different topics, issues, styles and so forth. I am hoping that my sabbatical will help to open me up again, and i will be able to come back with some new ideas and loves.

I love you all and will miss some of you terribly, the others I will just miss being there. I hope everyone has a good few weeks away and a happy holiday until I next write in my journal.

Love and Light shine on all of you.

xoxox

Pass the Poem: Murder - Suicide

I froze when I saw his hands where mine should be; caressing
Like a winter morning, he was cold. Like a wind whistling
Cold he was, but every touch left a streak of glaring heat upon her skin.
November bites, December gnaws; neither match the dully dead
emotion that begins to rise, a taste of blood and bile
The writhing stench of deeds best left in a dark past
blinds me as it controls with a disembodying numbness.
Self control being a lost memory
Lost like the life that once was there.
In his still-open eyes I see the emptiness inside of me
and inside of me is where i hide, nothing is there, no one to find me; my place of hiding.
Shut away, behind lock - there is no key - my guilt, my consciousness
My rage running hot, but frozen. All is frozen, still, unreal.
But... it is real ... What have I done??
I stare through the flickering pictures, it flashes again across my eyes,

1. =VertigoArt

2. *the-photographicpoet

3. =CaronCecilia

4. *KneelingGlory

5. =kersee9

6. ~alafaye

7. ~Miss-Anonymiss

8. =Permanent-Insanity

9. ~Carmi-A

10. =Vindicta38

11. ~Sasukesadork

12. ~t-0-m-o

13. ~looFsydoboN

14. *EatingMyOwnFears

15. *Wombat-Pentagram

16. =th3krimzon1
17. `innocencedied2nite
18. *SirBret
19. *sucubusbriarrose
20. =midnight-eclipses
21. ~KodakMoments493
22. *lunastar
23. ~Tears-of-Fire
24. ~wakingxdawn
25. =techgnotic

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Mood: Sadness
Listening to: Various artists.
Reading: textbooks and Wyrd Sisters by terry pratchett.
Watching: Nothing atm.
Playing: warcraft and starcraft and left4dead
Eating: Nothing..
Drinking: water its good for ya.

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Well currently i am a fifth year student at university.. starting a bachelor of arts this year in english.. i try my hands at random things but am more a musician and composer then an artist...

Journal History

Nov 17, 2009 MY LAST DAY ALIVE...
Oct 24, 2009 4 Weeks of life...
Sep 25, 2009 Muhahahaha Mwah.. The kiss of evil.
Aug 26, 2009 So much winrar!
Aug 18, 2009 Hahaha... oh penis.... >.<
Aug 4, 2009 So I have some sad news...
Jul 15, 2009 Sick sick sick
Jul 10, 2009 Featuring and Tagged
Jul 7, 2009 Tired..
Jul 3, 2009 So a needle to follow thread...

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Current Residence: Uni Campus
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Interests: Reading, Writing, Music..
Favourite poet or writer: Tamora Pierce
MP3 player of choice: Itunes
Favourite game: Joe's Farm

MSN: noelwhite906@hotmail.com

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*EatingMyOwnFears 6 days 16 hours ago

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Don't blame me.

I'm just here for the cookies.

~looFsydoboN Nov 13, 2009, 5:43:55 AM

Thanks for the faves.

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In shadows too deep to see
Maybe there, you will find me

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~MClaire1919 Nov 12, 2009, 5:32:48 PM

Thanks for the

my Sweet

What a rare privilege....lol....from you. Made my day, You did!

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"Love transcends both time & lifetimes"

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=underworldriver Nov 7, 2009, 10:53:33 AM

howdy man! how have you been?

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~Save me from my fears, save my butterflies and love me forever, my beloved Styx~
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~4biddendonut Nov 2, 2009, 4:46:23 PM

Thank you for the fave man

=CaronCecilia Nov 2, 2009, 10:17:26 AM

thanks for the fav, my booka!!! miss you....

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