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WatchmenWhen I needed you, I stood before you broken and bare  And you covered my nakedness with a blanket of shame.  You held the last frayed strand of my dignity between finger and thumb,  A lifeline I entrusted to you,  And as you wound it ever tighter around you finger  It tugged at the floodgates of my heart;  Though I needn't have cried.  Every drop was counted crocodile.  When I needed you, oh beacon of hope,  Oh pillar of justice and truth,  You'd have branded me false;  Your disbelief the tippex smeared across my pain.  As the last drops of my strength ebbed down my face,  Warm Watchmen
by ~BohemianDreams
On ReflectionI saw myself today  In the mirror of your eyes,  A crystal cut reflection  Of bravado, pride and lies.   
I saw a girl in limbo;  No context for her laugh,  Her soul lacks definition,  Her coolness fuelled by wrath.   
I saw myself today.  Caught a glimpse of who I was.  A random bulk assortment  In need of a 'because'.   
I saw a girl in shadow,  Not sure where she began.  A girl without direction  Still searching for a plan. On Reflection
by ~BohemianDreams
Where Nightmares Are BornSpun from fear that lies within,  Born of man's eternal sin.  Spawn that in the darkness dwells.  Curdling sounds and sickening smells.  The fear escapes through sleepy holes,  As the witching hour tolls.  Time like sands through fingers slips.  Mechanical time through clock hands ticks.  Dark is the forest and gone is the light.  Gone is the magic of the night.  Unpicked are the stitches the maiden had sown  And now in the darkness we slumber alone. Where Nightmares Are Born
by ~BohemianDreams
Where Dreams Are MadeLong long ago in the still of the blue,  When words had no pictures and stories were true,  A maid dreamed in whispers in magical night,  Bathed in the glow of a mystical light.  So took she the dream strands and whispers she'd breathe,  And gracefully fashioned a fable to weave.  She weaved by night under silvery moons glow,  And by daylight's warmth, she'd bead and she'd sow.  She fashioned a blanket of wonderous sleep,  Of slumber so peaceful and heavenly deep,  That all who may sorrow and discontent know,  May comfortably slumber in her dream world's glow. Where Dreams Are Made
by ~BohemianDreams
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ecdemomaniaIn the hallway, hung beside that photo you always loved  (you know, the one where we're squinting into the sun  since you said that there was nothing more beautiful  than uv ray vision and lightbeams and the way my eyes flared in the brightness)  there is an old cross-stitched sampler that your grandma made  with embellished glass beads and picket fences that says home is where the heart is   
but since my heart left with you  
all I have is four walls and a door  and a compulsive need to wander.   
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My restless feet like to take me up and down the floor  of what we use ecdemomania
by ~paperheartsyndrome
JumpI could jump—       no, not to die—            just to feel the freedom of falling,            of my body kissing the pavement;       just to let my last breath slip away in laughter.  I could totter to the edge, all haughty,       and tell myself I could fly            only for gravity to remind me I’m average—       to feel the universa Jump
by *chugglepuff
postcards from nowhereshe was an artist once -- a sculptor, to be exact.  her passion was rolling clay through her fingers and molding it with her imagination, letting the musty scent of inspiration tap dance across her sinuses.  mornings were for pinching out spines and eye sockets, afternoons would find her tracing toes and the delicate arch of a foot, and evenings were for studying the completed statue before her.  she crafted entire civilizations, but after him, she sculpted keys instead -- wide and gangly and out-of-proportion, but keys nevertheless.   
then she broke them all against the wall because she couldn't risk postcards from nowhere
by ~TheCoalMineCanary
THE HARVEST
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Demographics...

Tue Apr 24, 2007, 1:26 PM
  • Listening to: Squeeze - Pulling Muscles From A Shell
  • Watching: CSI Miami
...seem as good a place to start as any.

So...

I love life generally. I'm disgustingly optimistic for the most part with a propensity for searching for silver linings. I'm ecclectic in many many ways. I love new experiences and love being around people. I'm not really shy and get on well with most people. I'm steeped in cynicism and highly sarcastic, but I like to look for the good in everyone.

I like:
*Summer
*Music
*Chocolate
*Phone calls
*Pleasant surprises
*Being 'creative'
*Spontanaity
*Chocolate
*Brocolli

I dislike:
*Liars
*Rudeness
*Having 9p credit
*Losing things
*Finding one earring
*Being cold
*Being damp
*Being alone
*Being over tired

That should do it for now :)

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  • Current Residence: A planet far far away
  • Favourite band or musician: REM
  • Favourite genre of music: EVERYTHING
  • Favourite poet or writer: Margaret Atwood
  • Favourite style of art: Quirky
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod
  • Favourite game: Pushing my luck :)
  • Personal Quote: Live it learn it love it.
  • Tools of the Trade: Enquiring mind and an open heart.

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~paperheartsyndrome Apr 19, 2009, 9:12:49 PM
thanks for the favorite :heart:
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~answersonpostcards Apr 15, 2009, 11:07:53 AM
Boo.

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I found a hair the length of yours on my sleeve
I wound it round and round my finger so tight
It turned to purple and a pulse formed inside
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~TheCoalMineCanary Feb 23, 2009, 1:09:15 PM
Thank you muchly for the fave on "Rainbow Hands." It made my day! :aww: :glomp:

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:music: blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly...
my gallery :gallery: :dalove:
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~BohemianDreams Feb 23, 2009, 1:55:19 PM
No problem at all! I really did adore it. I haven't read anything that made me smile as much as that did for a long time. Loveliness! x

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Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

Jane Eyre ~ Charlotte Bronte
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~TheCoalMineCanary Feb 28, 2009, 7:31:00 PM
Thank you, I'm so sincerely happy that you enjoyed the piece. :aww: :blush: :heart:

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:music: blackbird singing in the dead of night, take these broken wings and learn to fly...
my gallery :gallery: :dalove:
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~lelioimmortalIS May 1, 2008, 12:37:20 PM
Thanks very much for the fav!

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The first rule of Fight Club is, you do not talk about Fight Club.

-Fight Club-

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*chugglepuff Apr 6, 2008, 1:46:57 PM
Thanks ever so much for the favs and watch! :hug:

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A stitch in time mucks up the space-time continuum.

Clicking this link will give you superpowers*.

*May just be a very sneaky way to make you look at my page. But probably not.
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~BohemianDreams Apr 7, 2008, 4:08:03 AM
You're more than welcome :)

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Life appears to me too short to be spent in nursing animosity or registering wrongs.

Jane Eyre ~ Charlotte Bronte
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~h4t30rlOv3 Feb 15, 2008, 3:53:13 PM
thx for the fav add :)

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~*I am what i am ... if you like it or not*~
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