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Message in a bottleJust the other day I was thinking, thinking about all the times that my eyes have called forth from the deepest part of my soul for rain to flood my vision. How many times have I cried for love, for want of compassion towards something more warm than a pen and more beauteous than the simple lines of a page? Has there ever been a moment that I have not yearned to see within my eyes the reflection of another's soul? How I long to find a radiant image of myself in the crystal eyes of some honest belle. Can it be that she is wandering round this world with the same aching within her breast that causes me such cherMessage in a bottle
by ~belleobscurytee
Empty Street Signsa quite street light calls your name (the fashion of a humming bird thirsting for beauty) hangs over my sulking head and I feel the gentle heat like the simmering ache of useless desire my feet stroke bare on top the cooling asphalt soft from the afternoon’s red sunEmpty Street Signs
and thoughts of you ring through my head
abiding within a somber heart -- your smile a solemn cry for dreams to be made true or memories to fade away weary and tired my eyes grow cloudy dropping rain unto the black surface
more you take from me, yet more I have to give all tha
by ~belleobscurytee
Just a History LessonIts odd how nothing ever turns out the way it was planned. Strange the way as a people we can pass down sweet fairy tales and happy endings. From one generation to the next, cycles a web of mysterious desires and hopeful dreams. The fragile hearts of gentle children learn to imagine a reality that was never real and never will be. Nearly cruel how words are passed through time like a spell, captivating the souls of humanity and driving them into an imaginary love. Kingdoms of beautiful meadows and warm hearted lovers hang within our minds. But all they are are painJust a History Lesson
by ~belleobscurytee
September 21 2005Loudly I have walked this twisted path, but nothing has been said. For to long have I kept within my breast these words and for to long I have been alone. Clouded in the misconception that freedom from worry and distress brings peace I was tormented and abused. The truth of the matter is that I have never been alone, only alienated myself from the world around. That world which has and will forever more open its arms for comfort and release... Scared of that face I no longer know staring back, just as afraid of me, I sob and shout out to that most gracious power which must exSeptember 21 2005
by ~belleobscurytee
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- Current Residence: Baton Rouge
- Interests: Truth, music, herb, spirituality, love, peace, honesty
- Favourite movie: no favourite, Fight Club, Donnie Darko, American Beauty, SLC PUNK
- Favourite band or musician: Opeth, Bob Marley
- Favourite genre of music: Any thing from the heart
- Favourite artist: Van Gaugh
- Favourite poet or writer: King David
- Favourite game: Day of Defeat
- Personal Quote: "I love you, I see you"
- Email: belleobscurytee@yahoo.com
- AIM: MorbidPIMPmaster
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