just like a ghost to me
maybe a ghost was he
aloof on the banks of the river
in the sky
he stood there
eyes wide, i almost cried
never had a girl like me
ever had a sight to see
a vision of love
so pure
effervescent lust filled
my throbbing soul
i felt completely whole
as never before
the burning in my eyes
it felt like freezing fires
i knew it could not
be true you see
for never has a girl like me
ever had a sight to see
that of a vision of love
so pure
my life, the same would be
the way it was before
on Greenstreet!

death is a parachute that saves us from life.

sometimes when you try to just turn that corner to tomorrow you realize all the world's a spiral.

There's a picture from the unlocked photos in Beatles: Rock Band that looks like its from the Mad Day Out photo shoot where John and Paul are pressing their lower halves on the glass dome shown here:

Does anybody have it? :(
It was a really hot picture, haha.

One more legality:
( JIZZED. IN. MY PANTS! )

i open the door to the next world
and see brick and mortar flying at me
as i plummet to the ground.

22 winter themed icons, plus banners. Bring in the cold, I say! (Of course, I live in Arizona, where it's a nice mild 65 degrees)

Teasers:



The rest at my journal: Sunlitdays

First post here, i joined through the spotlight. Today i have forty Christmas icons to share with everyone :)

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Have you ever felt,

Like there's something greater,

That you had once upon a time?


There's something missing.


Sometimes I feel,

Like I don't belong,

In this lifetime,


Sometimes I feel,

Like I loved before,

With such greatness,

It hurt.


Sometimes I feel,

I've left someone behind,

But who?

Who are you?

Are you the one ive waited for my whole life?


Sometimes I try to close that feeling,

Lock it away,

But I cant.


I feel you looking for me,

But where do I begin to look for you?


Have you ever fell inlove with someone that wasn't there?

Were are you..................

[001 - 078] Silent Night, Deadly Night



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Two girls there are : within the house
One sits; the other, without.
Daylong a duet of shade and light
Plays between these.

In her dark wainscoted room
The first works problems on
A mathematical machine.
Dry ticks mark time

As she calculates each sum.
At this barren enterprise
Rat-shrewd go her squint eyes,
Root-pale her meager frame.

Bronzed as earth, the second lies,
Hearing ticks blown gold
Like pollen on bright air. Lulled
Near a bed of poppies,

She sees how their red silk flare
Of petaled blood
Burns open to the sun's blade.
On that green alter

Freely become sun's bride, the latter
Grows quick with seed.
Grass-couched in her labor's pride,
She bears a king. Turned bitter

And sallow as any lemon,
The other, wry virgin to the last,
Goes graveward with flesh laid waste,
Worm-husbanded, yet no woman.

Hey guys, im not sure if this is allowed but here it goes:

my layout/background got deleted and now im stuck with this generic black and green one.
and i was wondering if anyone had anyones they had made or that someone else had made they could link me to.

i'd totally credit and everything.
any type/color/w.e.

thank you everyone
-D4N-

The sun goes down in a cold pale flare of light.
The trees grow dark: the shadows lean to the east:
And lights wink out through the windows, one by one.
A clamor of frosty sirens mourns at the night.
Pale slate-grey clouds whirl up from the sunken sun.

And the wandering one, the inquisitive dreamer of dreams,
The eternal asker of answers, stands in the street,
And lifts his palms for the first cold ghost of rain.
The purple lights leap down the hill before him.
The gorgeous night has begun again.

'I will ask them all, I will ask them all their dreams,
I will hold my light above them and seek their faces,
I will hear them whisper, invisible in their veins. . . . '
The eternal asker of answers becomes as the darkness,
Or as a wind blown over a myriad forest,
Or as the numberless voices of long-drawn rains.

We hear him and take him among us like a wind of music,
Like the ghost of a music we have somewhere heard;
We crowd through the streets in a dazzle of pallid lamplight,
We pour in a sinister mass, we ascend a stair,
With laughter and cry, with word upon murmured word,
We flow, we descend, we turn. . . . and the eternal dreamer
Moves on among us like light, like evening air . . .

Good night! good night! good night! we go our ways,
The rain runs over the pavement before our feet,
The cold rain falls, the rain sings.
We walk, we run, we ride. We turn our faces
To what the eternal evening brings.

Our hands are hot and raw with the stones we have laid,
We have built a tower of stone high into the sky.
We have built a city of towers.
Our hands are light, they are singing with emptiness.
Our souls are light. They have shaken a burden of hours. . . .
What did we build it for? Was it all a dream? . . .
Ghostly above us in lamplight the towers gleam . . .
And after a while they will fall to dust and rain;
Or else we will tear them down with impatient hands;
And hew rock out of the earth, and build them again.

Your paper weight of a thousand evils
Sits on the mind like a wet dick
Get out! You savage hypocrisy
Let my pen define you beneath the heat of my words
Let the wind carry them away to clucking pigeons on sidewalk benches
You sit like a stone on flowers

just something i do when i feel a strong emotion grip my life.
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12/08/09

anxious worried upset puzzled confused wondering
thoughtful scared hurt afraid distraught nervous

two lines of feelings
all centered 'round the same
anxiety and confusion
am i going insane
these nervous emotions
raking my frame
those two lines connected
into one worried chain.

12/09/09

adoration vexation happiness elation affection
romance longing understanding friendship joy love

two lines of feelings
all focused in one place
the beauty residing draws my attention
to her ever shining face
so much love I hold for her
that my heart has quickened it's pace
when i wake i long to have her
bless me with her grace.

looking through an empty pepsi bottle
i thought, "you werent always so transparent"
then i though, "but you were always full of shit"
isn't it funny how we recycle moments
but never revive them?

My family just put our dog of 12 years to sleep. Does anyone know any dog-poems (relating to death or not) that aren't John Updike's "Dog Death"?

Or maybe just any poems that can apply at all?

syndicating the secretions
saliva into her ocean
agitated to panic
there is urgency in her motion
amplify the fire
until nothing uncharred remains
leave her on the beach
to the sea's hushed refrains
this lullaby is frantic
where no child sleeps
broadcast into the night
a rocking mother weeps
put away this anger
of what happened then
solitude is refinement
in the grainy sands of men
siren sings of yesterday
a chorus with nothing to follow
hiding in the shells of could've been
but it all rings hollow
she sinks a little deeper
all her castles laid to waste
quicken this subtle notion
to time's normal haste
flailing into the dark
sinking to the abyss
reaching for the stars
always gonna miss
there are no anchors
on this rudderless ship
throw yourself to chaos
let the illusion slip
the lone island in the pacific
the one without a tree
no shade or comfort
is where you will find me