[Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 6:08pm] poetssociety [forbiddenverses] Why does everything Tend to fall apart Why can’t we turn back the clock? And begin from the start panda pile!

Alone Again [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:28am] poetssociety [kinky_carter] I sit here and wonder How could I let this happen? Let myself believe all the lies you ever told me So I am empty again With this hole inside of me Without a purpose Numb Crying, shouting, "God, how can this be?" How'd I let my heart be deceived? I am defeated and beaten Rather I am mourning the death of you The person I fell in love with died a long time ago And you are just the ghost of who you use to be I will not let you use me, abuse me, no longer I have to find new meaning, new purpose My light died with you You made me believe in myself Wherein I came to not believe in you Because fairytales don't exist Because of you I am alone....again. panda pile!

Broken [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 2:11am] depression [rozarie] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 1 jumped on thepanda pile!

thursday the 21st: 9:35 am [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:00am] poetssociety [ouchcoals] December: stood against the tenant's bricks with the fluid motion of the city looking halted sideways in the rain westward, the seascape's baroque crowned and antique I'm handed down from the sky, I'm listening to you glow and the neon sign in happy fractals behind weighted junkyard lids, with the outline set to fit to my peripheral; throwing off my subculture I tried to keep you gone, but your cold reads chased me while i waited around the Valley I looked down, there's a crack in the pavement--- goes from my sidewalk's edge to a burrow's confident, a black gate with stolen, sharp coils in front of a padlocked entry way the door is closed I used to know who lived there that's what we feel like now. panda pile!

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:00am] jr__nal [nightfallsover] [ music | Born to Run - Bruce Springstein ]  Just some older scans from my moleskine, along with some photos and really random scans of my writing. I use my large moleskine for a lot of things, mostly photography and poems and quotes. These are all the images I have scanned, but I plan on doing more later when I have access to a scanner. My moleskine so far... only half way full and already too thick! ( I want to know if love is wild, I want to know if love is real. ) Hopefully you enjoyed! Also, I am new to livejournal. I just started today, so if you are interested in being friends, feel free to add me! I haven't got any yet. 1 jumped on thepanda pile!

[Monday July 13th, 2009 at 11:50pm] depression [kristenrb] [ mood | scared ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 1 jumped on thepanda pile!

No Idea, Do You? [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:57am] freewriters [krimsun_tears] [ mood | groggy ] [ music | None ] You have no idea what you do to me My heart skips whenever I see your face You have no idea the things you could say Tell me the world is square and I`d believe You have no idea the hold you have on me I`m the happiest when I see you happy You have no idea what you are to me If there is you then there is me also You have no idea at all about the real me If your heart stopped so would mine panda pile!

[Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 1:43am] depression [hollyay] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) panda pile!

A Wise saying By Oscar Wilde [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:38am] stalzz [ mood | amused ] ( You are about to view content that may only be appropriate for adults. ) panda pile!

[Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 1:30am] depression [thella] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 1 jumped on thepanda pile!

[Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 1:29am] articulate [ipeterpanda]  I fucking warned you. This is what you get, how's it taste? Copper or nickel? panda pile!

Communication Breakdown [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 1:31am] poetssociety [fakeplastic03] Not many mortals have seen the light Although they may have thought They did it was really a lie, The opposite of reality like a dream, But I am no dreamer and I know the world is a tower of Babel. No one person speaks the same tongue We all have our individual tongues From which blood is shed in the absence of light. We are blinded from our thoughts through babble, We are blinded from the thought That was painted by the artist of our dreams. Dreams which are really just lies Everyone is constantly babbling about these lies In their various tongues, Which are like the many types of dreams That can be seen in oh so many lights Illuminating our thoughts, Which no one understands over their own babbling Only in dreams can we transcend the tower of Babel Only in dreams is happiness not a lie Try to expand the dream through thought Keep the taste of it on your tongue Keep it with you during the hours of light, Hoping that your dream was not just a dream. But the truth is a dream is a dream . And so why do so many spend their time babbling About something that is gone with the first rays of light Only existing for the moment when you lie In bed with your eyes closed and your tongue Not sharing any thoughts Writing this poem is pointless because you are blind to my train of thought You can probably better understand your dreams Or even a foreign tongue Than this pointless babbling That I write as I lie At night but seeing much light Light is not as pleasant as it is thought, To be, I’d rather lie in bed and dream Than have to share visions of babbling tongues. 1 jumped on thepanda pile!

[Monday July 13th, 2009 at 10:28pm] articulate [doctor_extreme] I really feel that I have completely fallen out of love with the English language. 5 jumped on thepanda pile!

July 14, 2009 [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:49pm] poetssociety [furballwarrior] wind caught the trees, playfully swirling past their leaves. i hear autumn, i hear life at its last moments. yet somewhere, it's mildly welcoming, for this eternal winter seems to promise reincarnation. new seeds of thought, the child's new world order - for tomorrow, dreams of a brand new day, marked by the sun called by angelic rituals, and eaten by devils on the horizon. but you can't answer the riddle to simplicity, for truth's the real poison: it merely had been a cradle shielding the weak against the world. where devils of thoughts spawn, wild, free, invulnerable. while we are left riding their carriages, drifting to the horizon. and we've reached. when all our lives we learnt the horizon always extends, we have reached. but what do we see, we're standing on the borderline. the other end are forbidden wonders, and the path we came from were seas of peace and genuine tranquillity. took the tangent, for the best of both worlds, tainted eyes saw the lights one a brilliant topaz, the other a scarlet flare, overpowering. there's no vision through the two globes of fire. he fell, went into bullet time. he's got the time of the world to decide where to fall to, what to leave behind. panda pile!

college [Monday July 13th, 2009 at 11:22pm] lesbian [soccermauk91] [ mood | crushed ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 2 jumped on thepanda pile!

Filthy Wisdom [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:35am] freewriters [genericambition] Was I wrong in running away from platitudes and the cliches? I fell into the modern trap of shunning all was common wisdom because I wanted to feel unique, and in that self-abnegating dance I lost sight of the little wisdom that the crowd had learned. Is a clean slate worth being separated from people you could perhaps one day learn to love? Don't we seek uniqueness just to be loved and to be accepted anyway? I still have nothing but contempt for people who quote me little fortune cookies. The wisdom of crowds feels filthy. Maybe that's how we're supposed to feel, and perhaps that's how all rational men do in fact feel - dirty and alone in an irrational world. I want to be wrong. I want to be told that I've strayed and that it was all my fault. But now I'm scared that I've been right all along. panda pile!

Confused [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 12:32am] poetssociety [lady_toky] [ mood | annoyed ] [ music | Never There * * * * CAKE ] Confused Thoughts racing round and round. Fear creeping in to me. Happiness following it close behind. I hat this feeling, I hate this feeling. I love this feeling , I love this feeling. I thought I wanted someone. Now I feel like I don't. How could this be? Am I growing up? Am I facing my fears? Or am I just confused. Or maybe I don't want to be hurt. Maybe, just maybe I don't want to be that perfect girl that everyone thinks I am. Maybe I just want to be me. Perhaps this is the real me. Possibly the girl that has been hiding herself . What a nuisance to be confused. Even worse to be confused on where I want to be with stupid boys panda pile!

there is no reason for this torment [Tuesday July 14th, 2009 at 2:21pm] depression [eelylove] [ mood | determined ] ( You are about to view content that may not be appropriate for minors. ) 2 jumped on thepanda pile!

[Monday July 13th, 2009 at 9:18pm] articulate [__tuesdayschild] Sorry girl, you know what they say: Once you go black, you never go back. :D panda pile!

[Monday July 13th, 2009 at 11:55pm] poetssociety [feral_phisch] [ mood | weird ] [ music | "crushcrushcrush" - Paramore ] Love me. Hate me. Leave me. Keep me. Protect me. Kill me. How can you when I can't? I've got enough for both of us. Just like everyone else. Why would you even want to? Secretly I need it. Before I do. panda pile!

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