

Far From ItCatch up Quickly We're losing time A race on foot Through hills of holly Scratch blood grunt Pushthrough, bestrong Running togetherFar From It
Scraped and bruised and
Hardly breathing A harsher sound echos The lungs are collapsing He falls behind She pushes on Regardless, never waiting Who knows what's lurking His end will be a mystery And hers has not yet reached its Final resting place She trips, falls, gasps A hand, clutching, clutching She kicks out, he moans low She runs and runs and runsrunsrunsruns... Never f


A HopeLetting go is the hardest The tug of it, physical Like a hand on a wrist Irresisitable, a tide ofA Hope
Longing fills the chest cavity White knuckles clutching blankets An anchor to sanity So fleeting, fragile The tears slip down the wall A handprint, a desperate Signal for. S.O.S. Leaving slimy trails Like he left A soulless wanderer Devouring what he can reach A door left open, halfway A river like tar running through it A seeping, sickening sense of sorrow Contortions, the backwards slide begins Innumerable thoughts, none logical &n


The TreesLike trees shifting Uneasy in this new breeze The creaking echoes A settling foundation for this Season of sin, when Locked inside their houses The population at large does Scandalous, secret things Sighing and screaming and breaking The dishes line the floorboards And a tangle of limbs on the sofa Gives way to the howlingThe Trees
Of loss and maybe of Solution, salutations, solicitous Eyes searching on the front porch The shifting of blood and Ties to what we know as home She bends over backwards He is oblivious, attracted Intrinsically


Let The Shadows Tell itIt was a surface like glass Smooth and supple under his hand A soft breath, a fog spreading Idly across the mirr'r She sighs, a languid sound Ash floating through the mist Created by his breathing The silence broken only by The in-out-in-out, slow And slower still She drags on it, the cherry glow A welcome shock of colour In the grey half-world Bone white, her hands Like porcelain poetry A gesture unaccompanied By any sort of sullied sound Speech speaks unnecessary Serendipitous secretions Let the shadows tell it They like iLet The Shadows Tell it


Rules to Live by...?1. Never stop thinking. This is important. If someone ever says to you ‘You need to stop thinking so much,’ call them ignorant in your head and keep thinking deeper. It is this mentality that breeds stupidity and sheeple. Your mind is the most important tool you have, if you stop using it, it will atrophy. Question everything.Rules to Live by...?
2. Stare into space blankly and don’t mentally punish yourself for doing it, even if it is for that split second. If you have a problem with staring blankly, think of it as daydreaming.
3. Root Beer sucks after having spicy food.
4. Everything is going to be just fine. If you worry
If you want to check out some music. I've got a lot of it here:
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or on myspace
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and, hah, another,
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for some downloads ^
if your interested in any others of course, let me know?
haha, now i feel like I've whored myself out enough.
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So. How are you doing -now- and not like..5 months ago. Ah-har!
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My English is really bad! I hope I translate this correctly.
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Hello there,
I just wanted to come on by
and personally thank you
for giving Coma a read
and for adding it to your
gallery. Your support is greatly
a p p r e c i a t e d.
Much gratitude,
Coelho
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"I love you more than my own skin." -- Frida Kahlo
How are you, eh?
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Wuv you anyways.
- Peter
and appreciate everything that's on your mind. i'll check your things out someday soon when i'm not swamped with stuff to make, read, and figure out.
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