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Rapture
by ~missionary213

ZealotYou get big, You find something bigger, Your own blood isn’t enough, To paint your way out.
Your god is dead in his chair, Worn down from disuse, Now you’ve got a law, a number, And a bullet to spare.
The old fires, That rose up from the forest floor, They’re burning still in downtown, Multiplied, amplified, Galvanized from under the pages.
A million darkest canopies, Stretching forever over the Earth, No matter how high you seem, You’re just two eyes away.
A cry in the jungle
One more dawn fades Zealot
by ~missionary213

Empty SoundSenses fail, Atmosphere projection, Drifting through the void, Praying for dreams.
Sparks of beautiful madness, Glimmering in the dark, All you ever care to see, Glowing without reach.
More silence bending ears, Hearts beating out of tune, Lulled into black pitfalls, Receding forever into void.
Never enough reasons, To be as cautious as you said, Never a dull moment, Running up the ramp of glass.
Confessions masked, Among darkest shrouds, Hiding brightest radiance, Concealed always from view. &nbs Empty Sound
by ~missionary213

PerformersBring your lantern, Dusk never ends, Watch the sun behind clouds, Watch the seagull glide above, But don’t you dare stand, No, don’t you dare raise your head.
Listen to the river flowing, Red sewage on the rise, Wailing anguish never absent, But words are diamonds in slag. Lament for your soul, Weep until it is gone, Write your name in the book of betrayed, Among multitudes more every day.
You’re all alone, Hearing no one but yourself, But you’re in the biggest choir yet, No time to make amends, No time to look to fortune’ Performers
by ~missionary213

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Sat Sep 16, 2006, 5:14 PM

I couldn't figure out how to erase anything but the profile info, so it stays. Don't care anyway.

That's it. Thanks for nothing.

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~jadedcharlotte Aug 18, 2008, 10:33:26 AM

Hug you~~~ you're it!

RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!

2- You -MUST- hug 6 other people, at least!

3- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page!

4- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)

5- You should most definitely get started hugging right away!

Send This To All Your Friends, And Me If I Am 1.
If You Get 7 Back You Are Loved!

You haven't been around, the journal mentions deletion, I hope it isn't so. I miss your presence here.

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The days and nights are all a blend; a marriage of brush strokes, nostalgic and anticipatory.

~poindexter9 Mar 20, 2006, 3:05:53 PM

Many thanks for adding "Epicenter" to your favs.

Susan

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"Time is the most valuable coin in your life. You and you alone will determine how that coin will be spent. Be careful that you do not let other people spend it for you."

- Carl Sandberg

~dontkillthellama Jan 1, 2006, 4:52:24 AM

i had a look at a couple of your poems... theyre very strong... lots of emotion... im so tired so i wont read any more now, but ill come back and check em out properly.... Keep up the awesome work!

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'Shut up and get on. I hear the law!'
You know you want to see my stuff, so click
~dontkillthellama

~jadedcharlotte Dec 30, 2005, 12:59:22 PM

You've given me a lot through your critiques, and I wish I could return the favor. I'm afraid that I don't have advanced enough suggestions though. I do think you're a great writer, and you're work often leaves me thinking long after I've read it. I definitely don't think you should consider yourself a "wannabe poet," your work is too great to be taken so lightly.

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The days and nights are all a blend; a marriage of brush strokes, nostalgic and anticipatory.

~missionary213 Dec 31, 2005, 9:21:36 AM

Thank you very much for everything you've said. My comments on your work I'm afraid could hardly be called "critiques", they're just my own perspectives on them. The fact that you got so much out of them tells me that we must have pretty different perspectives and could probably learn something from them. Just my

Oh and it's my belief that no one's a "real" poet until they're dead (and not me).