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Shorelines

The wind blows in from the east My voice has been silent for days It swells in my throat like rising waves In a somniloquy I write your heart And throw the paper into the tides The sand dancing with my bare feet A solemn prayer comes to mind A dirge absent of a true soul My body shakes in revelation I have done my utmost for naught I feel you crawl down my spine You control my center through power You still fester in my subconscious You bleed in my tears as they fall You compose yourself into my music And write the words I long for They are impriso

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BelovedBeloved (10/27/09)
I perceived my loneliness As your fine-spun scent
Captured my nostril The sharper edges Of a laugh serenaded
The passage of my ear As if the passing Of a beautiful Glorious word Had come into existence I dashed my shame And rose From my subsurface dwelling Where the perfidy Of my mind Broke forth Into joyous truth Hence the harp Plucks its harmonious melody Removes those whose ignorance Prevents the beauty Of its song And so I arose Sensations breathing A lust for the Beloved
by ~These-Hollowed-Bones

ValuelessValueless
I have taken
The final steps Towards making
The bridge break And twisting myself
Over the shattered edge I screamed my lungs As I plunged Into despair I threw away everything That was ever taught That I ever knew That I ever became And you Those who tried To make me believe Have failed And it is my fault Not yours And when your bridge Breaks and crumbles I Will Never! Catch you You have proven That Blood Is thicker Than bread and water Sinc Valueless
by ~These-Hollowed-Bones

The SycamoreThe Sycamore (9/20/09)
The terrace is scattered, With my skin, Uneven and coarse, I quake under the soil.
The seeds dig through, Into my blood. Their small roots, Spreading through my veins.
After a month, The tendrils of saplings, Embellish my frame, And hold my Costa.
A trunk is now, Visible from my sepulcher. It penetrates the grass, And devours the air.

A year has passed, The arboreal structure grown. It’s outgrowths block sunlight, Pushing me into darkness.
An The Sycamore
by ~These-Hollowed-Bones

The Ominous Orchestra Cd Cover
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Accepted!...AGAIN!

Wed Oct 21, 2009, 11:23 AM

Today I received my acceptance letter from Arcadia University. Two out of the four colleges I have applied to have now responded, both acceptances! WHOOO! At Arcadia I would be a English And Theatre major (one major) and another major in Secondary Education. Now I am waiting to hear back from Lycoming (Same major choices as Shippensburg) and Elizabethtown (Music Therapy major)

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Current Residence: Somewhere
Interests: Music, Poetry, Writing
Favourite movie: Just so many
Favourite band or musician: Deathorientation. But otherwise just everyone else.
Favourite genre of music: Dark Ambient/Deathcore
Favourite artist: John Singleton Copley
Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe
Favourite style of art: Abstract
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Personal Quote: "The Pen is Mightier than the Sword... as long as they are not anywhere near each other."
Tools of the Trade: Pen, Paper, Mac, Garageband, Voice, Bass, Synth, Whatever is around me that makes noise.