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We salt our wounds with regret...: Part 19.
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We salt our wounds with regret. Thursday, July 31, 2008. Today on my walk to work I saw what I thought were to massive turds on the footpath. As I got closer I saw that it was one massive turd split into two after someone had stepped in it. A few shitty footsteps followed it. It made me realise that my day really could be worse haha. So I got offerred to the spot of 'merch bitch' on the Abandonment's tour later this year. To be honest I'm really stoked. I think I'll be able to handle that.
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bluebirds: April 2009
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April 16, 2009. A mountain can turn to dust,. Just as a heart can turn to coal. With my self as the timber,. And your lies as the fire,. We will paint this canvas. Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise. Cover it with black,. Leave no white for it is your non existence,. A statement against unity. I am so insignificant,. In this steel coffin built of metal,. A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt. Give me a window. My constant reminder of a. Give me a door, it's grainy texture.
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bluebirds: February 2009
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February 01, 2009. In your hands, I commit my soul. Release the grip of death on my life. Sweet anointing, flood your waters. Unleash the dam of my heart. Reach within the depths of those treacherous waters. Thrust your power upon the damage done. Put the deadness to rest. Arise, evoke, waken my soul. Lay me in the miry clay. Restore my inner being. Hot iron upon the flesh. Brand me in the name of He. He who died and rose again. The sears in his wrists impressed upon my own. Blood seeping down my face.
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bluebirds: Hi
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June 02, 2009. Well, I never post on bluebirds anymore. Or even blogspot. If you like pictures. If you like gray/black&white. If you like typography. The type of girl. I haven't written in over a month. I'll update with older stuff. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Society and it's fallen. The Type of Girl. I found it hard to be pretend that my heart was st. No trust for no eye. Stars have never shown be the way.
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bluebirds
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April 16, 2009. A mountain can turn to dust,. Just as a heart can turn to coal. With my self as the timber,. And your lies as the fire,. We will paint this canvas. Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise. Cover it with black,. Leave no white for it is your non existence,. A statement against unity. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Society and it's fallen. The Type of Girl. A mountain can turn to dust, Just as a heart can t. I am so insignificant, In this steel coffin built .
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bluebirds
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June 02, 2009. I found it hard to be pretend. That my heart was still beating. And these eyes had something to look forward to. I found hard when you were at an end. And i wasn't, at all. I always thought things were meant to last. I found that I couldn't smile the same. After I had stared and smiled at you,. Now, I clutch at my chest. And think back to that smile. Whenever I see you around. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Society and it's fallen. The Type of Girl. No trust for no eye.
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bluebirds: January 2009
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January 31, 2009. System of Empty Promises (I Exist). I'll guide you towards the light. Of the chosen, truly pure. A place where rotten ideas roam free. With imprisonment inside a system of empty promises. Ten ideals broken for all to see. The truth is free. Unveil the cover up. Welcome only open minds. Let self reign self. And kneel to no master. Is the abolishment of deceit. Defy hear say and spoken mistruth. Towards the answers to lies forever told. Let us reveal the skeltons that. January 23, 2009.
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bluebirds: falling
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June 02, 2009. Brush her off because you don't care anymore. Borrow sundown; but you couldn't, could you? Held on tight but not tight enough. Let go and down went everything bright you ever had. Rolled over and noticed things are much colder and darker this way,. Pull the covers tight and wish it all fell away. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Society and it's fallen. The Type of Girl. I found it hard to be pretend that my heart was st. No trust for no eye. Stars have never shown be the way.
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bluebirds: December 2008
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December 24, 2008. Dinner set to "truth". A 3 legged table,. Waiting to break in,. The guide got lost on his own tour,. A grave mistake when followed by many,. 10 tablets to feed 6 billion minds,. Too many rules for open eyes. Apparitions appear to convince the disbelievers,. Spirits do not exist! Cry's a man in the crowd,. Forcibly removed by friend and foe,. Where is the shoulder for those all alone. Every dog has his day,. Every man finds a way to shackle a hound,. 1 leg now,. 2 have fallen,. With a c...
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bluebirds: wash away
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June 02, 2009. Rain mixes with the dusty windshield. Making mud for all those to see. Or just for those brave enough to look. How many times can you say sorry,. Until the tears finally dry up? When it all washes over,. And everywhere has started again. Where will you be? June 3, 2009 at 12:44 AM. I like the imagery of rain mixing with a dusty windshield. I like this poem. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Society and it's fallen. The Type of Girl. I found it hard to be pretend that my heart was st.
