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The Great Blue by mitch-o-matic, literature

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The Great Blue

Great blue heron, Past sits heavily on each wing Your push it way as you fly, But you can't reach the sky Awkward legs leaving you on the ground Deep in the mud You stare open eyed at your reflection. Your mascara smeared You hair a mess. You will never make it out You can't let go of every feather You can't bleed till there is nothing left You won't break that long neck Bending your head down, Touching the water Ripples that never meet But one leg is pulled tightly against your chest, The other holding you up You look once more at the ruined symmetry Leaving without a sound. Reaching impossible heights You let go An

A Little Spider by mitch-o-matic, literature

Existing in Room 1051 by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Existing in Room 1051

There are more faces then I could stand, eyes blinking in some unison, fingers itching readily at the things before them. No conclusive behavior, just heavy rattles and burdens blossomed from each mouth, times of sorrow extenuated in what few words they could manage, desperation drifting forward, wafting, in or out of the ears. Waiting for the dance with devil, exaggerating the steps of a calm waltz. Their feet had gone mad, and the world awry. All in a simple manner of, they didn't want to admit, they weren't sure, and they couldn't handle. An excuse for seeking redemption. Some backed out, they gave in, no fancy words, no long talk, they

Butterfly's Dilemma by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Butterfly's Dilemma

Butterfly stretches, A myriad of lies, The common conception of peace, We beg to differ With are gilded backs, We are frail and weak, We cannot carry your hope Upon are ill fated wings Malleable In cable of holding shape Cowards beneath the soft pitter patter Caught in an uneasy breeze We are thoughtless Mindless Dizzy words Searching only for rest Do not push your prayers Your concerns of fear, We can not hold you We can not save you We can only laugh As we die Only fragmented sentences In between each Pause A breath before the flutter And we will some day soon Fall We live in only seconds And we are gone No

A kinder Shadow by mitch-o-matic, literature

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A kinder Shadow

The shadows fall, In silent waves of deceit, They make our limbs, Elongated, stronger, More capable then my small hands could ever be. But starring blindly down, I realize, They melt together in a kind gestures of faith The trust that lies beneath the light, Your shadow cast over mine, It is only small thing, But before I would have called it treachery, Pain, my lack of standing in this world, But now, I see Sun never shines in my eyes, I am never burned by its wraith, Never scarred by popularity, Only protected, By your taller frame. I see your weakness. From bearing the heavy heat alone And what great alms you have

I Dream of Wars by mitch-o-matic, literature

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I Dream of Wars

I dream of wars, vicious never ending battles, where I kill man after man, each one tearing me apart inside, I feel this incredible emptiness as each bullet shears through another man's heart. The war is always the same, the meaning is pointless, only that somehow, I play a very important figure, and somehow I fight for all sides. The battles are always along the beach, as giant waves come crashing down, as the spray is splattered with blood, and machine guns echo across these lonely shores, I am always scavenging for one man, and he is always eluding me. The man to end this Great War. But my role to myself, is much smaller then the one

destiny, and death by mitch-o-matic, literature

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destiny, and death

To chase, To follow, To run The sickness grows It swells It overcomes They flitter past, Our hands graze them Like our past, We know nothing of the final moments Where our truth, catches up with us But we are left To chase the dream. The hope The failure of desperation We are What are words succumb to us Vibrations, and ink Spilled on the paper, Or hidden in our mind Delirious We are left to but chase the dreams And die, With the butterfly flittering past.

Ghost by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Ghost

Unopened letter to the ghost You don't love me, And I am only chasing after dreams; I am only choosing words that rectify my sins. I try to step forward, but my feet seem incapable, but really it is my memories that hinder me. I can only think of clichés, to repeat my mistakes, choices, made in the dark fumbling softly with indecision behind me, whispering in my ear. Oh the poor choices the lack of sanity. Once again, I follow the beaten path. I stare down, my feet are still as small, my hands lack the size, I will never grow, but my needs will, my life will, yet I will still be too small. To slight, there are so many reason, why I should

Space: nothing by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Space: nothing

I feel hollow, A thump against my chest Leads to an endless echo One that can not measure My internal emptiness. I feel the shades of black Ripping against my thin skin Pushing forward Each breath The awareness of My spreading rotting Eaten away I am nothing A swirl of fog A bit of mist But nothing lingers long I am all but gone All an ache of what was there before Passes with the sighs If only to feel full inside, But that is only Unconfirmed dream It bates the emptiness And hinders my hope. Just an echo Of silent scream Passes through My hollow nature. Just a solid indecision Of a circumstantial void.

Man in White by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Man in White

You watch me sleep, You whisper unheard words in my ear, I wake to see you flutter past. You where no mask, you smile cruelly But I ask for your name, You pull the words apart You leave me unguarded Vulnerable In capable I feel you venomous touch I quiver in expectation The pain you so easily inflict, But your façade, I see through I catch a glimpse of you The way the lights The way your voice resonates My breath caught The words fade My fingers left Marble to carve If only it were you I sit alone The rain Pounding words I watch them crush Against everything Biting down hard I still cry Years between are v

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bidding my time by mitch-o-matic, literature

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bidding my time

I never noticed the way things seem to climb down my arm twined one arm in the hands of time the minutes seem pointless but an eternity is beyond us we play the victim we claim its chimes we play the mouse and it clicks its replies I feel its itch in my mind coming softly slowly the heart beat the violence of our time its a few thousands minutes I am not sure the exact but I have no words and time claims you as its prize

Sick Little Machine by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Sick Little Machine

I am just an un oiled machine a condescending carcass of your last modem connection lost unable to reconnect outdated hardware wires askew screws undone nobody wants my empty frame left to lay in the heap of epitome of my life obslelete I should have never been born I was the child that was not necessary and you left me to rot and die I wish you would watch me smile dial tone no more

Who I am to You by mitch-o-matic, literature

One Girl's God by mitch-o-matic, literature

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One Girl's God

If home is where the heart, Then her's is in the blue eyes Of one girl's god But his smile is a golden feather Caught up in a delusional breeze; Sanity is not a stable thing When nothing is keeping you From being blown away. Shimmering drops of heartbreak leave behind Bloody streaks of hope, Confirming only one thing: That she is alive Barred from peace of utter blackness In nothingness, a perfect contradiction Can go unnoticed And there can be no scars to be reopened And flow with pain. Darkness is bliss. But a faint light shines on her empty horizon Into the blue eyes of One girl's god.

His Body by mitch-o-matic, literature

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His Body

His body Seen only in dark flashes And shady patches It's flawless from afar But I wonder If closer Would it crack? Break Fall apart But it is His body And not mine to touch So fragile would it be in the light And so perfect is it In the absence of My wonder builds The barrier, His body and mine Will always be apart Never seeing the scars Or feeling its pain Fingertips will Never trace The perfection of his body

Ignored by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Ignored

My head is pounding. All the while I am still It's the silent things That drive me insane I want to cock the gun And open it up On the thick glass You won't look at me And I talk But you don't want to listen No one does I feel my temperature rise My veins are thick With the poison And it's pouring From my two windows But there is no soul behind them But you wouldn't notice That I am bleeding That I am feeling That I am undeserving That you cut me You're the knives That are cutting me Stabbing me In the back Every word But you won't even look at me You won't believe in me And I am tired of being ignored My head

A Walk on the Beach by mitch-o-matic, literature

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A Walk on the Beach

Were standing there in all the beauty, its amazing the beach its like ice cutting away at the ocean and the cliffs above. So clear and white is the sand beneath our feet. I look off to my left. Your arm so casually draped around my empty body. I am lost, and you're certain. You're set in every word. Designed. Unconcerned, with anything but your ambition. And I love you for it. And hate myself because I cant imagine my world the way you imagine yours. I lean forward to kiss your cheek and whisper a goodbye. But your arm clutches my side and pulls me closer. Shouting in my ear, I hear the determination, nothing I can ignore. "Mine is mine, y

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Night's Eyes by mitch-o-matic, literature

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Night's Eyes

It's the cold roads that lead you the farthest, your starving for warmth and all you can find are lighted windows, and locked doors. You lean so easily, in the night. But you make it, cold bites, but you're to far gone to notice. All you see are shadows played on empty streets. You wait, all night, for one second on the edge, where you decide; to smile, or push it all aside. You scream for blue skies, but all you get is a speckled horizon, and dark sheets. You feel them rough and sharp against your pale skin. So tightly pulled over your perfection. It burns, but you shove the needle harder. Bleeding, sophistication of our modern day hero. Y

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Personal Quote: i am sorry for cuffing you to my bath tub.

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Mar 10, 2005

Crossing streets

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Checking the mail is hazard. walking barefoot and lost across the street to stare a few minutes at a rusting empty mail box only to discover I have no reason to be there and turn without a thought and nearly miss getting hit by a car, I am not scared its just reality. Terrified is the word.

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mitch-o-matic

Aug 31, 2004

Terreafried of chairs

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okay so, the hole, the abiss, the big black thing that is my furture, well i  jumped in, and i have never landed so roughly before, with panic and hard breathing, i have found that sititng down for the first hour in the new dark place, is what i fear most, its not the people, its not the teachers, its not even life, it's the chair, its the fact that i have to commit myself to it, that i have to e(a)xcept the fact that i am apart of the physical world. well one way or another, i did, only four months to go... creative spelling brought to you by: my computer is frozen can't load word, and wanted to get this done before rebooting and waiting a

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Aug 4, 2004

its over

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"I'de like to thank the academy" Its over, it really is, the world as I have known it  over!, I can't help but think that after high school there is no more, that there is only a big gapping hole to swallow everything I have ever known. To watch every painful mistake end. I am tired, I don't have the energy to be huddled alone crying in fear anymore, life isn't going to change, even if I do, and the people around me that I care about most only seem to need me around less and less, everything is unfortunately a reminder of what has happed, I don't want to think about the world going on, because I really don't think I can do it anymore, so it

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butsuko

Mar 13, 2006

hey, where are those zodiac pieces you promised?

airbournevirus

Mar 16, 2005

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)

*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
-P.S. Hey! try some random ppl to Spread more teh DA love around!

mitch-o-matic

Jun 15, 2004

more then fun, i am still floating

butsuko

Jun 14, 2004

it was fun, wasn't it all?

i need a new avatar

you should do an animated one.... i'm getting a bit avatar happy i think...

mitch-o-matic

May 11, 2004

i wouldn't know where to begin