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Knowledge... by lubov, literature

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Knowledge...

I don't know quite what to do I'm really at loss about you yet looking into those eyes I cannot help but think there's more to you then you let on you hide behind a veil of green my eyes can't help but search for yours and stare with wondrous thought who is it that you hide in there who is it that you're not? what frightens you? what scares you? why the endless wall who built it there, when, what for and will you ever let it fall? ahh my friend, you puzzle me more than I'll let on because I understand too well what you're running from illogical, frustrating, piteous and sweet so many words, so many thoughts yet no reaction

Early Morning by lubov, literature

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Early Morning

a spectre; black moves slowly through the air soft swishing of a cloak each step draws near leaves twitch, awaken give witness to the pass black hood, white hands, black shawl dark eyes spectator to the mass and as a shadow travels, stops. sniffs. and ponderous walks on convinced that all is well no feel, no breath, disturb the quiet dawn. the stillness of the peace! the world's asleep. the very dew drops hold their breath afraid to fall, and frighten death. this slumberous world, not yet begun shall rise up like, the morning sun!

The Night by lubov, literature

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The Night

The darkest, coldest night removed from lively life stays brooding and unwelcome outside the circle of the light; and yet, its dark surrender the husky heavy air awash with little droplets, temptation everywhere. The trees call out, so slowly a sirens song in spring, abandon all but passion and love of the extreme; the total sense of isolation, the world belong to me! the silky pitter-patter of the rain caressing every thing. the lights sing out, the glowing of the starts the trees no longer strangers, there life and death and love are lost and found amidst the secret scary sacred.

Loss by lubov, literature

The Sin of Expectation by lubov, literature

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The Sin of Expectation

. though we rebuke expectation, deceiving ourselves, lying, convinced that it doesn\'t exist, disappointment lurks in the corners, haunting our mind. kicks you back to reality which is bleak, colourblind. forces you to stop yourself before hopeful thoughts cause a smile. realism is what we praise today, optimism is out of time. and so, we abstinate from ecstasy-inducing-delusion (which makes the day alright) for fear of a greater pain to come, as real life, doesn\'t q u i t e measure up to the pedestal its on. .

Taken Advantage Of by lubov, literature

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Taken Advantage Of

. used. they\'re all so charming and so sweet take you by the hand it\'s easy to give in abused. they spin sweet tales and sad histories such charming words such charming gestures broken. they trap you easily and don\'t let you go they make you love them with lies and hope tainted. alone and forgotten nursing your scars undying memories your link to the past if only you\'d known if only you\'d guessed perhaps you\'d have chosen a less painful way to educate yourself. who cares? .

A viewpoint for discussion by lubov, literature

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A viewpoint for discussion

oh if we only knew; some purpose to these endless toils; some clue; to why humanity, suffers so much; and why we drag ourselves, along the ground: seeking some hope; that can't, be found. why not just reside in peace? fall back, relax, and waste away; in total harmony. oblivious. why not give up the endless struggle; for survival, for success, who need's it anyway? all's taken from you: in death.

Never enough - my friend by lubov, literature

Summer Nights - Lubov by lubov, literature

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Summer Nights - Lubov

a night-time rush feelings of abandonment as racing feet signal the end, humanity such sweet sorrow such tender smells sights gazes such c a r e s s i n g touches thoughts. summer nights? alone in the dark the air purely magic filled with mischief a child like wonder this new reality, an enigmatic quality an interest left unsevered attractive and beautiful yet dangerous is the night

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Amusing Pain by lubov, literature

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Amusing Pain

the wind whispers past my ears too quickly, for me to catch those vital words those unique truths hidden from mortal man the sun shines, knowingly concealing almost cynical in it's glare if only you could open up your heart. and as the branches wither shuddering in the wind i see you. beyond my reach sun blinds me from your view. unknowingly, you stab me once again right through the heart. (how do you have such perfect aim?) so i still stand painful blood making little rivers of vivid red criss-crossing my soul and i still stand listening to the whisperings of the wind the rain maybe they'll let something slip abo

Downward Spiral by lubov, literature

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Downward Spiral

falling with feather-like lightness into a chasm of fear brushing gently against hope and song that i hear when you're near serene and surreal sometimes bleak always warm this chasm of fear calls to me 'you know you belong' i smile at your certainty the finality of your beautiful voice so sure, that i'm lost not doubting my choice but my dear... i'm not ready yet to give up on what hope i've managed to get so don't wait up don't accept the fate that i choose long ago and regret

My fading shadow by lubov, literature

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My fading shadow

/ you made me into this wielded by your smile your face your eyes... one moment oh so kind so warm so friendly welcoming me back ...into the light... the next, distant once again. you shone a light creating but a shadow relic, of my former self bleak and insecure transparent. in a way. and as i see you k i s s once more I fade another bit. jealousy and pain tinting but a forlorn shadow And if I see you just once more I'll fade to non-existence. I will no longer anymore believe that love is real it kills. /

Waning sunshine by lubov, literature

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Waning sunshine

a waning sunshine touched my soul it's silver strands sweet and gold they reached out deep depths obscured and brought some light from world forgot tomorrow night a sad goodbye to that sunshine to that lie i'll let go of that dream kept i won't know nor will forget goodbye my sunshine goodbye the dark everything now becomes vaguely stark but even now i still reach out from a deep hole and let a waning sunshine touch my soul.

Lost in music by lubov, literature

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Lost in music

a note hangs, s u s p e n d e d in the air its lyrical meanings w a s h over me, confounded. how easily you touch my heart dear singer how easily you lift my soul to heights from which the fall is deadly undeniable inescapable and right a breathless gasp escapes as tears flow down my cheeks becoming intertwined within this music realm, mortal cares forgotten transported to a world in which emotions speak in s o u n d never to be forgotten not at all

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lonely plea by lubov, literature

Summer Nights - Lubov by lubov, literature

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Summer Nights - Lubov

Never enough - my friend by lubov, literature

A viewpoint for discussion by lubov, literature

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A viewpoint for discussion

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No Longer Do I Wish to Speak by lorelaiv, literature

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No Longer Do I Wish to Speak

No longer do I wish to speak Words should be smooth and cool not tired and worn out By pens too numb to write and ears too deaf to listen by tongues that should lie still yet still they lie No longer do I wish to speak Words should be drops and blades, not splinters jagged and blunt by eyes too blind to see and mouths too dry to whisper I\'ve heard enough. I\'ve said enough. My words grow old. And all the meaning twisted.

The Wrath of Winter by saladin, literature

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The Wrath of Winter

Frost lined The world lies still While ice grows Upon its sleeping face And glistens In the icy light From the stars that lie Like frost upon the darkened sky And far below Beneath their icy gaze The rivers choke And steams stand still No more to run Beneath the branches bare Not clad in emerald leaf But a gown of deathly white As beautiful and bleak As Winter\'s chilling stare That has entombed this earth Far from light or mirth I feel its ghostly hand Settle on my beating heart And fearfully I flee Back to hearth and hall Until the Dawn has come To slay this icy night And break its iron grip Upon my frozen soul

Soldier by burningvolition, literature

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Soldier

He stood , onlooking, as the world around him flurried, like some far-concieved snowstorm puppetry, a myriad of colours, remaining uniform, against their common backround of drybrushed sandy buildings. somewhere deep inside, advancing, it struck; This was humanity... The thought convulsed over the past tense, somewhere far away. uncomfortable, a shape looms on the horizon, the vulture on the sun, like hawk descending, over the cyclonic sand, And somewhere deep inside, freshly aware, every sinew, every fiber, coagulated vessel softly,sharply, *Broken* Trajectory notwithstanding, a petty insignificance; Divine aut

i held the knife by spunj13, literature

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i held the knife

. i held the knife they say that dead girls tell no tales silent spirits drifting heavenward lips bound with twine pursed and immovable they say that dead girls tell no tales but they lie for i saw you stand bodyless and scream for justice fists extended accusing fingers indicating my soul buried beneath a heart of shale flaking away remorse so long in coming the tears that burn on empty cheeks like the blood that ran so clear from your veins as you wept in silence while the words cut through your soul splitting you in two sectioned and dissected soun

Removed by mortalpsyche, literature

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Removed

. I sat staring at a screen of snow, the cruellest memories washed down with wine, red '98. I walked through puddles I should have gone around. Seldom do my eyes sing, do I let them relish, and yet they stay "Picturesque"; the winters kept them warm. I stood bound in rain, soaking through whispers. The cruellest memories played my tongue, fading to verbum infans and flower-pressed shadows. I miss you, whoever you are. Mute for an honest answer, abusing your morning dawn and evening candle-flames, I'd inhale the tint of a prolonging touch and wounding chess game. I'd keep you, whoever you are. Has th

A Mask of Mirrors by greumach, literature

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A Mask of Mirrors

A Mask of Mirrors I never knew you till you were dead. I didn't know what happened in your head. I never knew your secrets or your many men. I didn't know that's what you needed then. Some faulty wiring started it, So I took up the floor. I found some papers in the pit And then I found some more. While some of them were letters, Many more were sketches bold; They would have shocked my betters By revealing scandals old. In this world little 's certain, Of few things I was sure; I lifted mystery's curtain When I took up that floor. Inside the secret hiding place Was proof I had not known, A single thing not in the face Of on

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Current Residence: Pern, Rivendell, Xanth, Earth sometimes
Favourite genre of music: various, alternative/rock at the mo
Favourite cartoon character: Gandalf! or maybe Aragorn...

Favourite Movies

Lord of the Rings? there r many...

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

depends. I like Pink Floyd at the moment

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Anne McCaffrey, Piers Anthony, Tolkien

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reading fantasy books :)

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lubov

Dec 14, 2004

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"Women have so much reason for shame; there is so much hidden in women that is pedantic, superficial, carping, pettily presumptuous, pettily unbridled and immodest (just notice their interactions with children!), so much that has heretofore been most effectively repressed and subdued by their ultimate fear of males." ~ Friedrich Nietzsche (Beyond Good and Evil, 232)

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lubov

Oct 23, 2004

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stones taught me to fly love taught to me to lie life taught me to die so it's not hard to fall when you float like a cannonball

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lubov

Aug 19, 2004

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YAY!!! YAY!!! YAY!!! I'm going to Oxford Uni!!! woo hoo mwahahahaha heehee tra la la (ahem) heeheeteehee mwahahaaahhehehehaha well, thank god the results were so great! i was so terrified! [5 A's and a Distinction in English AEA] okay okay.. i need to gloat.. a little =P hehehe oh, i will leave with a mini quote from Alice Cooper's 'Welcome to my Nightmare' "I'm a little boy.. No I'm a great big man No let's be little boy.." Madness is brilliant..

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nice poems!

Incredible? Hah. I wish.

saladin

Dec 1, 2003

Hullo.

How's things?

ps. you should really come back to dA more often. I miss your art

slavechambers

Apr 16, 2003

thank you for you comments! i'm glad you liked the pic!

spyed

Apr 10, 2003

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

Fella

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
Ninja

I know. That's why it's going to work.

Do not try and bend the spoon ...

saladin

Apr 6, 2003

Try Andrew's Ultimate Hangover Cure - more alcohol! It mightn't work but it sure as hell cheers me up ever time :p (Lick)

And now to get on with my torture (read: coursework) :( (Sad)

dangeroustoy

Apr 6, 2003

Thanks for the kind words Hug

, i guess ur right in a way something is always better than nothing, nice quote too (nobody home) used to be one of my favourite groups as a kid (odd choice for a kid but thats just me i guess :D (Big Grin)

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