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                <title>erasable</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 19:15:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ this is all fucked and i know it.<br />the only things i can rely on:<br /><br />there is no changing me<br /> not this girl, love.<br />all that needs to be, will be <br />only <br />by <br />     me.<br />i will be involved as much <br />or <br />as little <br />as     i wish<br />you have no control<br />remember that.<br /><br />i will laugh with whomever.<br />breathe with whomever.<br />kiss, touch, feel, fuck<br />with whomever<br />there is no other<br /><br />i will love<br />  you.<br />like no<br />other<br />funny how we do the same<br />lead <br />and be led<br /><br />i think of<br /> black and red<br />hard and heavy<br /> loud and safe<br /><br />i think of<br /> <i> afflicting blood</i><br />i think of<br />     nothing<br /><br />what i have to offer is<br />like<br />no other/<br />is true and        honest<br />imagine that.<br /><br />more than you<br />or anyone<br />could ever comprehend<br /><br />i am<br />intense<br /><br />i am<br /> interrupted<br /><br />something pure<br />find it out<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>overdrive</title>
                <link>http://breakingsilence.deviantart.com/journal/16656878/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Jan 2008 10:29:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i guessed and i planned and i said i didnt know.<br />i told you something<br />did the other<br />and my brain is set on idle.<br />..<br />...<br />i thought to myself in pictures<br /><br />finger dug hard into my eye<br />reaching for sight. for blood. for blind.<br /><br />teeth clinched heavy heavy heavy<br />deep into my tongue<br />waiting for metal<br />for blood. for    taste.<br /><br />..<br />back to idle<br />slow it down<br />fall asleep  but not to dream<br />not to rest.. or feel fresh<br /><br />i have only one hour<br />one day<br />one life<br />and im what?<br /><br />yes, yes wasting it away<br /><br />back to idle<br />slower now<br /><br />my hands sink into my chest<br />feel for something red<br />feel for something heavy, beating<br />something raw<br />something bleeding<br />rip rip rip it out<br /><br />mind set<br />mind read<br />mind fucked<br />mind dead<br /><br />bleed it out<br />back to idle<br /><br />funny    isnt it?<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>love's bitch</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:43:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ "You're not friends. You'll never be  friends. You'll be in love 'till it  kills you both. You'll fight, and  you'll hate each other 'till it makes  you quiver, but you'll never be  friends. Love isn't brains children,  it's blood. Blood screaming inside you  to work it's will. I may be love's  bitch, but at least I'm man enough to  admit it." <br />
<br />
<br />
all i need is a true sense. because im  sick of being honest. <br />
my heart pounds and pounds at an  instant thought. a trace that leads me  to a thousand memories. all of which  hold your name. and yes, i am guilty of  getting lost in them. because my mind  is tainted with those thoughts. <br />
and id beg for mercy if i thought mercy  was what i needed. its clear to me now,  that its not. because if i gravel any  longer on these concrete stairs my  limbs might choose not to move and id  be stuck there, floating. and in  mid-air you dont have much control over  anything. i know this, because ive been  there before. and all i did was feel an  impact so hard i could not breathe, let  alone move. and there i lay, motionless  once again. im not willing to take that  chance. <br />
so in fragments ill write what im  thinking. and its at this moment that i  am focused. yes my heart is still  beating, yes my thoughts are still  racing. but im silenced and still. <br />
youre indecisive and its killing us  both. because im just as stubborn as  you and look at where we are. how long  has it been? when was the last time? i  never said that. why? because i never  felt that. harsh? no, because i felt  more. <br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
---------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------- <br />
<br />
<br />
this is me caught in the moment<br />
this is me holding tight<br />
i have no choice but to lose control<br />
and  i will because of who i am<br />
i will because of what i feel.<br />
time is only distance now<br />
<br />
just like its always been. ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>fucker.fucker.fucker.</title>
                <link>http://breakingsilence.deviantart.com/journal/3594508/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:41:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ with this breath i hold<br />
<br />
i havent stopped gasping<br />
<br />
and the sight of a nonexsitant life<br />
<br />
is getting hard to swallow down<br />
<br />
i think i think i think<br />
<br />
and i might have to do something soon<br />
<br />
because all that surrounds me now<br />
<br />
are crummy walls that only blocking the  view of my dreams<br />
<br />
and i cant stand the image any longer<br />
<br />
so what if i lose my thought <br />
<br />
or choke on those words<br />
<br />
those words that hold me up<br />
<br />
and let me down<br />
<br />
cuz god only knows im hiding so much<br />
<br />
and my lack of morals has got me this  far anyway<br />
<br />
i watch her as she falls into this  pattern<br />
<br />
this realm of hurt and anger<br />
<br />
i try to fall with her, but its obvious  i cant<br />
<br />
im trying to pick her up<br />
<br />
but we wait until shes reachable again<br />
<br />
wait and wait and wait<br />
<br />
until i just grab for her whole world<br />
<br />
and take it all with me<br />
<br />
because no ones getting left alone ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>untitled</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:40:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ their cold stares leave me helpless<br />
<br />
in a passion i can hardly speak<br />
<br />
my thoughts are racing<br />
<br />
my heart is throbbing<br />
<br />
to know youre around me somewhere<br />
<br />
in a place where nothing is clear<br />
<br />
and no one feels the same.<br />
<br />
your breath i am breathing<br />
<br />
and your words i am hearing<br />
<br />
your steps im walking <br />
<br />
but in circles of restlessness<br />
<br />
that maybe here, we'll bump arms<br />
<br />
or touch hearts<br />
<br />
while my hands are going crazy<br />
<br />
my eyes feel what they cannot see<br />
<br />
you sit beside me<br />
<br />
you walk behind me<br />
<br />
you stand before me<br />
<br />
and lay next to me<br />
<br />
youre eyes are on me<br />
<br />
in the skin around me<br />
<br />
and youre getting harder and harder to  hold in. ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>minority</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:40:18 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ MAIR SAOR IS BAS MAITH AGAT.<br />
<br />
if my eyes are not free<br />
<br />
ill question your existence<br />
<br />
because there is a greater chaos<br />
<br />
lurking in our minds<br />
<br />
a way to destroy<br />
<br />
what money has bought<br />
<br />
and what resources have created<br />
<br />
the impact of life moralities<br />
<br />
is little to none<br />
<br />
because no one seems to understand  anything<br />
<br />
and your cold embrace with the world<br />
<br />
means nothing to anyone<br />
<br />
because your heart and your mind is  cut-off<br />
<br />
closed and shut down<br />
<br />
i scream out to feminism<br />
<br />
and parade in gay rights<br />
<br />
i kiss the boys that battle everyday<br />
<br />
because this is a social change<br />
<br />
but its not evolving fast enough<br />
<br />
so instead we're impatient and do  nothing<br />
<br />
but say "fuck off" to the world<br />
<br />
thinking we're better somehow<br />
<br />
putting faith into rebellion like its  some kind of savior<br />
<br />
your original words bore me<br />
<br />
and i cant wait to get away from it all<br />
<br />
with your toxins and drugs <br />
<br />
that only make you weak<br />
<br />
and ill say "fuck off" to you<br />
<br />
in hopes that maybe youll rethink it  all<br />
<br />
because while your giving in<br />
<br />
im taking it in and im free ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>stand still</title>
                <link>http://breakingsilence.deviantart.com/journal/3594493/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:39:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ i play off your attention more than  youll ever know<br />
<br />
but my silence is still questioned<br />
<br />
and as you had predicted<br />
<br />
after the sun went down<br />
<br />
it did rise, opposite of where id  thought it might<br />
<br />
more often, than i hoped it would.<br />
<br />
youre the brains of this opporation  anyhow<br />
<br />
im not sure why i challenged that<br />
<br />
but since my palms were already sweaty<br />
<br />
i though, well what the hell<br />
<br />
these nerves of mine wont slow down  anyway<br />
<br />
and this death threat that your peeking  on<br />
<br />
seems reachable<br />
<br />
and id leave well enough alone<br />
<br />
so i did<br />
<br />
you tell me to hold<br />
<br />
but ive been waiting forever <br />
<br />
its amazing the insight you get<br />
<br />
during the early hours of the morning<br />
<br />
the second hand is motionless.<br />
<br />
and as you predicted<br />
<br />
so was she. ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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                <title>ressurection</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 07:39:27 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ if loneliness was forgotten<br />
<br />
lost in a trail of memories<br />
<br />
i fear the directions fold in your back  pocket<br />
<br />
but if i refused to tell you<br />
<br />
maybe then you wouldnt notice<br />
<br />
and the guilt i hold would subside<br />
<br />
i'd be distracted at the least,<br />
<br />
to know i could hold your heart<br />
<br />
but i choose to break it<br />
<br />
over and over again<br />
<br />
but my muscles have been torn<br />
<br />
and rebuilt and are now unstoppable<br />
<br />
and my bones have been crushed and  mangled<br />
<br />
and healed and mended<br />
<br />
mind and body<br />
<br />
spirit and soul<br />
<br />
ive broken the rules and bled<br />
<br />
ive dealt<br />
<br />
my directions have been destroyed<br />
<br />
and my way to you, is lost<br />
<br />
loneliness and regret is lost<br />
<br />
because i chose to move on<br />
<br />
i battle the words<br />
<br />
and the lyrics to my heart<br />
<br />
recover everyday<br />
<br />
nothing more is perfect<br />
<br />
nothing more is solitude<br />
<br />
but we,<br />
<br />
we're not alone. ]]></description>
                <author>~breakingsilence</author>
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