Excellent news!
Joy
!
The only problem is that I haven't written poetry in quite some time
. However, I'm interested in transferring this account's work onto that account and going from there. Hopefully it won't be an issue anymore.
~mere-contagion
The only answer is: 'Why?'Newest
TrueThe blunt blade strikes ten times, But on the eleventh stroke, The razor strikes true to the heart.True
I should have recognized
Such a pattern by this time.
But some triviality had caught me. I was bound by some hope or a dream.
Unspoken sentiments unending, But why no motions strike true
Confuses the heart.
I hold it In my hands, Like a wounded bird, And pet the injuries, soothing,
Though I know it cannot fly.
What in god's name is true?
by ~mere-contagion
Traitor and ScandalEraseTraitor and Scandal
what i saw.
Too much. Heart, lie still now.
I must escape it; I feel for
My strength in the dark; Though My fingers Are sensationless anyway. I must escape it; I must erase
what i
saw.
by ~mere-contagion
Phantom FacesRunning – Always running Into the distance...Phantom Faces
My heart trembles with the pain, And I see the shadows
From the past.
In this empty room, Against the deep red tables, The empty chairs that once held friends, The bareness is hollow;
The phantom faces come.
The echoes of my voice Returning off the ice walls, My whole heart shakes
But I can't misplace the guilt.
In this lonely room, Against the deep red tables, The empty chairs that once held friends, The bareness is hollow, The music of laughing An
by ~mere-contagion
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- Interests: almost all forms of art and music, sadness, those little spongy animals that expand in water...
- Favourite band or musician: Lamb of God, Muse, Bond, Vivaldi, oh how I love Vivaldi...
- Favourite genre of music: heavy metal, classical
- Favourite artist: Define "art." Define "circle." Identify the trend in the graph provided above.
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar A. Poe, whose action figure I have, Alexander Hamilton, Emily Dickinson, Betty Friedan
- Favourite photographer: Rosalind Franklin (that's a stretch.)
- Favourite style of art: Varies.
- Operating System: One with significant privacy.
- MP3 player of choice: "The Murderer," by Ray Bradbury
- Shell of choice: No shells. Animal rights!
- Wallpaper of choice: Black, like the deepest silent caverns of my cold and empty heart. Just kidding.
- Favourite game: Super Smash Brothers Melee or Guitar Hero. I could play them all day long.
- Personal Quote: "Quinctilius Varus, give me back my legions."
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
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"Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
--
"Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
Well...still no msn I suppose eh?
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
--
"Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! Quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
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.~_o| Indeterminism does not confer freedom on us: I would feel that my freedom was impaired if I thought that a quantum mechanical trigger in my brain might cause me to leap into the garden and eat a slug
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