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[04 Sep 2004|09:40pm]

[ mood | tired ]

I started writing a script. I am working my ass of on it too. I think it'll turn out okay though. I'll post some of it later..when I'm not so exhausted.

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[03 Aug 2004|04:18pm]

what happend no one writes anymore?
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hi [25 Jul 2004|02:16pm]

[ mood | bored ]

i dont know if its for girls only but i joined......hope you guys dont mine....if you do just let me know.....oh yeah my name is scott

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[21 Jul 2004|06:40pm]

[ mood | lonely ]

I don't know who I am
I am in such need for love and affection
I have somehow lost myself along the way
I don't know myself like I used to
What is my purpose?
I don't know.

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[21 Jul 2004|12:11am]

[ mood | contemplative ]

His shirt.
by smg

Religiously the white shirt has been donned on the account of smell,
clean laundry with a hint of body behind it,
a body thinner, more triangular
than the one who wears it.

Worn, Suspicions run through the coffee spits as the white shirt folds under moving arms,
soft sips remind softer lips of the delicacy of each gentle meeting,
and mute sigh escapes in gape as recollections permeate through the brew.

sunshine streams a musical language causing skin to change in appearance,
the girl is fumbling, the fridge is empty of any desirable food, objects, liquids,
in which she planned to ingest in opposal to breathing, tinkering, thinking, of
the reason behind such a shirt she adorns.

In repose, later, she frys in the sheets, curling pillows into triangles, cuddling blankets into protection, smothering her face so not one peep of brightness can shine on the lids,
awake she lies beneath the rapidly pinking skies in which her eyes fail to view through the navy ceiling,
and amazed she feels, she sleeps at last, and dreams emerge through the scent that travels from the shirt, and when she breathes the mist penetrates her pores.
With all willingness to forget, she meets him on another plane.

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[20 Jul 2004|04:22pm]

[ mood | sore ]

For a year
We were inseparable
We had all I could imagine having in life
Happiness and love
But in the last months of what we had,
We lost something
The love is still there
Only masked now by occasional quick kisses,
And sex
Is this how it's always going to be?

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[20 Jul 2004|09:57am]

[ mood | creative ]

First post to welcome any newcomers. That's if people actually join the community, which I hope they do. :) Have fun expressing yourself!

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