IRC-Galleria

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It's not a thing of mood

its a question unanswered.


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As the darkness gnawed upon my peripherals, I knew a body fell breathless in the light that remained. Series of plans expired almost as an ironic metaphor for the life itself in the moment. One could imagine a vivid blast of some abstract force of life leaving a person in the form of bright rays of light and a gaseous substance. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear. She had died away for a long time. Now the roar inside her subsided, and all fell tranquil again. A world without her felt oppressively quiet.


Full of Ink,
yours truly.


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Maybe this is the beginning of a series to be called Full of Ink, as Az once rhymed.


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If it were for us to dictate, we'd never part this fragment of life of ours.

Get caught in a loophole.

Employ, enslave, surf.

Live one a moment.


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#51 27.9.2009 4:00
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Who might I be when I wake up?


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Which man passed, yet none immortal,
leave a trail of crumbs, passers by.


Anything can be a waste of time.


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I can merely be the lies I tell.

We're here tonight because we've lost our hearts.

Should the night take my life,
I want to wake up next to you
like it were before.

Your rage scolds my body.

Move closer,
come back,
leave your nightmare behind,
pacify my visions.

When you're here, still gone, the ripples turn to waves.
I can't touch you.

24.09.2009 17:30 <Ylläpito> Tervetuloa! Sinut on valittu koekäyttämään uudistettua IRC-Galleriaa osoittessa [--] Sisään pääset [--] . Tarkemmat ohjeet saat sisäänkirjauduttuasi. Huom! Kutsu on henkilökohtainen.

Ettätätä.

Sweeping the surface
ripples
tranquillity in motion.


Something as puny as a droplet
can distort the whole plane.


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With time.


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I waited.

New Life for a Past Tense/
Matthew's Consecration


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This is to consecrate a hero,
a soul of a small man,
acknowledgement of things transpired.

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There's time stamped on my soul
years we've carried within.

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Of all things I value,
of all tracks that took us so far,
of landscapes we've long left behind us.

There still is meaning to be found.
That can't be undone.

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There's no me without you,
heads collided.

I wish I could still give you so much more.

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I never thought we'd really part.
Two steps back in time.

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Looking at you I dive through the years,
time engulfs, flows through me,

When did all this time pass?
When did we set off on paths so separate?
Such were our predestinations?

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For the years of our exigency, we needed each other worse.
One of us outgrew,
paths departed.

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Now the table lies empty.

A farm clatters desolate,
a jacket hangs never worn.


One day I will learn to shout after you.

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But together we were never alone, friend.

We weren't alone.