I'm back, for better or for worse. My muse is once again loosened on this earth. God help you all.


Love me UnconditionallyYou pause quietly, my mind hears your thoughts. I echo these to you as you try to form them into sentences to speak to me.Love me Unconditionally
Our souls so intertwined, I can anticipate Every movement of your heart and mind.
Our eyes meet, and you shy away with a shielded smile. Sighing, I look away and try to maintain my calm. To have you so close, so perfect, yet so far, this torture even the Romans would eschew. A pull on my drink, the alcohol goes to my bones.
I want to scream at you that I love you I want to take you in my arms and never let you go I want to be the one yo


Song for the MalunderstoodMy voice echoes in the confines of my room carrying with it the pain, the suffering. Emotions bouncing from wall to wall,Song for the Malunderstood
filling the room to capacity with dissonance, harmony and my cracked, breathy voice. I pour it all out.
My guitar cries with the fall of my tears, fitting accompaniment for the breaking of my heart, which resounds through the walls like the trumpet of death's final call. Anguish, excruiciating agony of simultaneous loss and gain. I lift it all up.
The chords, the pain in my fingertips, the notes torn from my instruments of flesh an


Waking from heaven to hellI close my eyes...Waking from heaven to hell
The light in your eyes flashes green and blue, reflected, refracted soul-glimpses provided by a nearby lamp. Your smile stretches from ear to ear, from your soul to mine. My heart grins.
Open eyes.
My room. Trash, junk, and then there's my stuff. I sit placidly in my high-backed leather chair conducting a symphony of rawness in my mind. My hands wringing each other, my eyebrows furrow. Was I dreaming?
Eyes shut tight.
Your hair against my face, your eyes buried in my self. I feel your breath, the rise and


Schitzophrenic StrugglesMy mind randomly picks thoughts out of thin, cold air My own personal George Gershwin plays piano and makes love to my ears. Incredible, this feeling of utter emptiness I'm altogether nothing and everything, and I'm okay with this in one sense and in another, I rage against it.Schitzophrenic Struggles
I hate love, and it seems to love hating me; my own heart is the traitorous organ. Filled with arrogance misplaced, it poisons my lovers with uncommon passion. Immediately, seeing my offense, I let go of the weapons I cherish and succumb to the emtiness; I loathe it, but I


Stand Inside the StormTumultous, spinning; a blue sky waiting to break through the gray. The clouds rotate around too many thoughts; blown to hell and back, only to come togetherStand Inside the Storm
in a deadly dance that leads to no good.
I am standing in the storm, in the thick of it; in the fury. &nbs
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I've Been SaiLIng In +he Seven Seas Of E+erni+Y
It's your birthday today, January 1st, and I'm here to wish you a very happy birthday and New Year, with today and 2006 giving you everything you wish for. All the best.
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Birthdays Team
This birthday greeting was brought to you by: `nyssi
hope you have a great day
-kylie
i just found out that we both have the same birth date
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Kit Lange
Former $Core Staff
Nature Photographer
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Right-wing conservatives are hot.
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what makes you think you wont burn in hell?
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Kit Lange
Former $Core Staff
Nature Photographer
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Right-wing conservatives are hot.
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