beautifulmindhazard

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No Way by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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No Way

There was no way to tell you how much. How much time, tears, laughs, memories, How many things I spent on you. How much I talked, figured, added, or sketched. How much I wanted it to equal an us instead of you. There was no way to tell you how long. How long I though, screamed, ran, To get over or with you. Longer than you think or know. Longer than the time we’ve spent together. Longer than the time we will spend together. There was no way to tell you how painful. The scars, strains, and pulls. The marks on more than my memory. Marks on much more than my heart. There was no way to tell you how incredible. How incredible it was, i

When Time Wasn't Enough by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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When Time Wasn't Enough

When there's no time left, But timing was everything, And you can't keep up anymore, Because things are falling to fast, And your heart won't stop beating, Harder and harder until it breaks open your chest And your life spills out in front of you. Everything around you is paused, And it's a sick joke because you keep playing. When you think you're drinking wine, But end up with kerosene, And it burns and you want it to keep going, because it's nothing less than what you deserve. It's like starving on a desert, And then when you get to eat you can't keep anything down. You keep throwing up your heart, and emptying your min

The Storm of Your Eyes by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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The Storm of Your Eyes

The crunch of the gravel, The bill of your hat, My fingers are cold, And your cheeks are red. Yet we stand out in the dark, And we wait. We aren't sure what for, Or where we are. But the sky is falling, And there's blood in your heart. The wind shivers through the air, and night begins to fall faster, And I can no longer see your face, But I can feel your stare in my soul. The stars pierce through the clouds, That are heavy with rain. And I can no longer see your body, But I still can't look away. The wind tears through my hair, And hugs your shirt to your chest. It's affecting us both, But neither will give in. Th

Colors of our Heart by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Colors of our Heart

You'd never know that the sun was dull, Until you see a 100 watts of us together. We shone so brightly that nothing could compare. Because your heart was red and mine was yellow, And nothing rhymes with orange. We promised to last longer in time, Than the Great Wall of China is long. So long in fact, that someday you'd see us from space, Because our love was so rare, It deserved to be sealed in the stars. But as it turned out you were a square, And I ended up to be a triangle, And no matter how much you bend and twist, We could never be a circle. I miss when the green of the leaves Was as new as our love And the dark skies w

Denial by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Denial

It eases heartache, and gives you courage. Makes you think that you're alive and well, It can keep you sane and smiling, While everyone else suffers. Yet it holds off the pain, and it builds, Until it's an uncontrollable hurricane. You can't outrun it or hide from it, only get washed away by the waves. Other times it holds everything off, Until it no longer matters anymore. It was all utterly avoided, And you never had to accept anything. I don't think the pain is worth it, So I'm going to take the risk, Risk of being washed away.

Legend in my Own by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Legend in my Own

Red flows through the streets like a day over 50 after a heavy snow. Treasure floats to the bottom of pockets, waiting for a time to be found. Technology seeping into every home like tears out of a teenager's eyes. People know their names, and it's said as often as the sun shines on the ground. They act like lions, and we're the underdogs of the jungle. They're as famous as the moon in a sky full of stars, and we let them be this way. Yet their lungs breath the same as ours, and we're all made out of atoms. They are the famous people of this age's day. All they have to do is pretend, like a chameleon and his true colors, in front of

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No Way by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Colors of our Heart by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Colors of our Heart

Denial by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Denial

Legend in my Own by beautifulmindhazard, literature

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Legend in my Own

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Bowlesian Sonnet by Bobibillius, literature

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Bowlesian Sonnet

-en if this paper in your hand was once an Aspen, thick with sunny leaves; around the base of wet and living wood, a ground that reeks of life and death at once, then conc- -entrate, and know at least in brief the grand machine you sleep in, twitching fingers, won- -dering just how one feels a texture, sun lights warmth, bare prickled skin, bare feet in sand. Oh this body. How I will tend to it seventy-five or eighty. How I will bend arthritic knees, by five windows, still, the summers passing. Faithful friend! Now, bit by bit, you close each window to its clasp. This paper in your hand was once an Asp-

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If, Then by suicidally-beautiful, literature

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If, Then

If you can’t cradle me like a down comforter in wintertime Or a newly sprung daisy If you can’t love me as hard as the horizon loves the mountaintop- Never letting frosty fingers leave his woman’s skin If I can’t drag you like a magnet Only at peace between my arms Pulling a current around our shoulders to warm an unsure heart beat If you don’t need the way I do, from a part of myself that is scared of daylight Only hiding in the dips and curves of your shoulders Then I don’t know how to love you

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Deviant for 15 years
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Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Classic Rock, Country
Favourite cartoon character: Shaggy and Scooby Doo
Personal Quote: Writing has no boundaries, it's up to you to set them

Favourite Movies

Fast & Furious, Dirty Dancing, Tuck Everlasting

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Aerosmith, Bryan Adams, Nickelback, Jason Aldean, Shania Twain

Favourite Writers

Libba Bray, Cassandra Clare, Stephen King, John Saul

Favourite Games

clue & ultimate extreme ping-pong

Tools of the Trade

Duct Tape

Other Interests

horses, writing, music, bonfires, cars

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beautifulmindhazard

Jun 5, 2013

So Far 2013

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I have started writing again, for myself mostly, nothing I'm ready to share. I've taken up writing letters, and it's nice because you can think about what you want to say to that person before you actually send it. You can rewrite the letter several times before sending it to, to make sure everything is perfect. I've killed many trees lately. I am living in the perpetual rain season now that the perpetual winter has ended. I am ready for everlasting sun, hopefully I can take my trip south soon. I'm going camping for a week later this month, and I'm praying the sun comes out before then because I don't want to be stuck in my tent all week.

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beautifulmindhazard

Jan 19, 2013

Devious Journal Entry

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It's been probably over a year since I've updated this journal, and here it goes: I got another poem published which is really exciting. I don't have it on here, but maybe I'll get it eventually. School is. . . school. I've started getting use to the idea that I have 2.5 years left, and I just finished my first semester of Sophmore year, and it's not as great as freshman year, but it's nice. Makes me realize how fast school is going to go, and then I'll be in college.   Work is keeping me busy, we're in the process of firing/replacing 2 employees, which leaves 6 of us to work, so we get lots of hours which is nice. Writing and photograp

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beautifulmindhazard

Jun 6, 2012

The Way It Is

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School has been over since May 23rd, and I've been working my butt off. I got a job at the local grocery store, and planning my sister's graduation party. Why am I planning it? Because I don't know how to tell her no. :) I think this last school year has been one of the best years of my life, and I owe it all to the people that were in it. They helped me through a lot, whether or not they knew it, and they also put me through a lot, whether or not they knew it. A lot of these people graduated this year, and I don't believe in crying, but I do believe saying goodbye to them will be one of the hardest things I'll ever do. For everyone ending