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Post by Thorns Fiore on Mar 5, 2007 21:58:06 GMT -5
We all have them. Some more then others, but they are always there.
I haven't been on here in....well who knows HOW long!
Well, Here lately I've been falling behind in school...I don't know if I'm distracted (and how) or if i just don't care anymore. I'm trying to pick up the slack this week big time, but..I don't know I guess I'm just lazy or something.
I really need to get my life in gear and sort it all out!
How will somebody stand me if i can't stand myself? (and yes i mean this in a boyfriend point-of-view)
well, You guys are my friends and I love you all!!!!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Mar 6, 2007 20:43:54 GMT -5
Hmmm....Today i took a picture that i'm not sure what I'm going to do with...
I need to download Aria's Pictures as well. Today we ran. Wasn't that bad. Wrote a poem on Allpoetry.com. Yeppers....
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Post by Aria Gust on Mar 7, 2007 10:07:30 GMT -5
Those pics were good! Wow! U are a good photographer
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Mar 7, 2007 20:35:07 GMT -5
Why thank you deary!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Mar 9, 2007 21:53:18 GMT -5
Yeah so today pretty much sux and if i don't get my frikin Algebra grade up i'm going to have to talk to Ralston bout getting F's MATH/ALGEBRA SUX!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Apr 11, 2007 20:44:58 GMT -5
I found the link!
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Post by Nickel Corellaire on Apr 12, 2007 8:33:19 GMT -5
yay!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Apr 12, 2007 9:50:04 GMT -5
So here i am sitting, looking at Davey's lovely face. And wait! I have somthing to ask of you! The litery Magazine is open for submissions!!!!!! Deadline is April 13, 2007 I know this is a bit late, but if you have any work you're wanting put in, bring it to me in the morning!!!!! I'll take it to the magazine myself!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Apr 15, 2007 21:23:10 GMT -5
The loud volume of the mass subsides… The blinding lights come to a quivering dim… One by one they disappear, leaving me at the keys, Piano keys. Polished mahogany wood etched with wondering designs, Intricate detail. A high pitched noise gives way, as the microphones are shut off. Quit All is dark Silence Nobody’s near I sit Old songs play through my head I switch the lamp on for surly I must see what I’m playing. With a heavy sigh I raise the wood from the keys Open White and Black To my eyes they are blinding My foot to a pedal and they rise Ready Alert They whisper for the dance of quick fingers. My fingers are set and find the perfect keys I close my eyes and press A wonderful compound note flows from the keys More, my mind screams I give in Strumming Pounding Driving each key to its chord I fall deep within the music Hypnotizing I fall into a trance Eyes tightly shut Fingers striking each key Faster I play Darker the notes become Mournful Sad Like my tears the notes keep falling I play More, my mind pleads I give my all in Eyes shut tight Tears rolling down my face Emotionally drained, but I play on Numbing Rhythmic Drowning I pay no attention to the world around me.
That sound, how mesmerizing It beckons for me Every part of me Deep, sorrowful The sound resonates I lurk about the night Searching Needing That tune It echoes in the distance What sad lullaby it coos Surprised I find the origin to be that of a church A church with a past Oh the irony Myth claims my kind cannot trod on such ground The air is sweet Crisp Mysterious But I want to hear more of that sound! I walk up to the church doors Hesitant, I quickly get in the door No sounds have I made The lobby is quaint Simple Human The music floods my ears Oh that music! I slowly start to dance, loosing myself in my memories The music never pauses and I wonder if it’s from a mere recording But no, I look forward to find it is a young woman About my age…or at least the age I died She’s mystified by her music It’s all of her in the notes Her eyes are shut tight as she rocks to her music I walk forward Slowly Hesitant So not to disturbed her I sit next to her and look at the keys Once black and white, they now are stained Stained with her blood She punches every chord Her blood smells so sweet But I do not bother her I let her play
Something’s here I can feel it No heart beat, no rhythmic breathing Toward me, this way it comes I feel another’s weight on the bench but I play on
She plays and plays Her eyes stay shut but I know she knows I’m here That blood Sweet Warm Tempting I lightly touch a key to taste the blood She stops
I stop They’ve crossed the line They’ve ruined my peace and have invaded my space A place of mine If only for a moment I feel the blood between my fingers I reach out to touch their face
She reaches for my face but I grab her wrist She snaps her eyes open
I open my eyes Blurry Unfocused Fluttery
Her eyes are red Sorrowful Incomplete Halting Yet they scream predator
A man in black I before me Shoulder-length brown hair A worried look upon his face
She looks up at me Her short brown hair falls into her eyes She collapses in my arms
I fall on him He opens his mouth to say something I slip away to soon to hear
Unconscious Weakened Prey She’s dying I sense her hearts dysfunction And how rapidly it beats So I do the only thing I know With a kiss of night I save her Forever she and her music will live on
I awake in his arms And know that everything’s going to be okay
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Apr 15, 2007 21:25:26 GMT -5
Ok, last post was pretty long i know but it's a new poem and i was aiming for 145 lines...it totals to 157 i thin and it sort of turned into a story...
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Post by Aria Gust on Apr 17, 2007 16:31:13 GMT -5
Awesome poem, though!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Apr 17, 2007 21:03:29 GMT -5
Thanks! i tried to get the fact that there are two people here through, did it work well to you?
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Post by Thorns Fiore on May 25, 2007 10:38:23 GMT -5
Well, this morning i awoke to the fact that my two half-cousin's real father was killed in a car crash. I don't know the guy, but i worry about my coisins....the are only 7&5....well, at least they still have my uncle to look up to. he's a nice guy and they respect him. It's still a bummer though. I can't help but put myself in the same position, and i can't even imagine what it would do to me! I wouldn't be able to take such a thing.....
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Jun 8, 2007 13:50:39 GMT -5
Hmmm the other morning i awoke and said to my mother "mom i would like to have a kitten" She didn't object so i asked my sister to drive me and ta da!!! I have a new kitty! He was 10 dollars and is a long hair black and white kitten....his name in Milo...So ya!
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Post by Thorns Fiore on Aug 24, 2007 14:12:49 GMT -5
I WANT FOOD MY STOMACH SAYS EAT AND MY POCKET SAYS SORRY......shoot me down own non exsistant money of mine! SHOOT me down!
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