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Memoirs of YouthThere's no sense in the blood-bottomed meadows Sad and pale in the light of the evening skies, And the rusting bicycle spokes stand shattered, little fingers, The bars on the cage of innocence.Memoirs of Youth
Oh to taste the aniseed, thick saliva, glorious days In the bent of youth, to race the wind, the message In the bottle, and to catch pepper seeds, taken to lofty flight, On the breath of windless summer nights
Where lies the reasons of breathless fancy, The wonders of childhood gone now, sullied, The rich vibrance of life's threadbare tapestry, Aflame in the depths of a hea
by ~Adresia
The Priory and The MoonThe moon is hanging in the night sky, enviously drawn, Turning like a distended cadaver, pale and tranquil, oh A watercolour dripped into the stars, the blood colours Haemorrhaging together, an amalgamation of trepidation, And you… I smile for the eighteenth time, and admit -The Priory and The Moon
That I knew I waited here, my hands folded in the night-time grasses, My fingers curled amongst the dark fronds, the nails embedded in
The damp, cooled earth, through want of the sun, I knew I would have waited till morning broke across the hills, Just in case, and the hours before don’t even matter, No
by ~Adresia
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- Current Residence: Balloch, Scotland
- Interests: WoW, writing, music, CSI
- Favourite band or musician: James Blunt, REM and The Smiths
- Favourite poet or writer: Stephen King
- Favourite game: World of Warcraft, Resident Evil
- Favourite gaming platform: Computer
- Personal Quote: "I am a dreamer, and when I wake, you can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take"
- Tools of the Trade: Computer and Tea
- Email: all_on_black01@hotmail.com
- Yahoo: all_on_black01
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