james-tuohyWhisper

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AddictionBurn the skin of acquisition, the taste must be forbidden your masterpiece waiting to be written. Accountance of the mind to be smitten by false pretension. Your redemptive views are the daggers filling up your sides, those silent whispers that trigger unsuspecting fear of self demise, but lingering suspicions are overlooked by addiction. And you're lieing in your own filthy position. Remission are unbalanced and you won't listen, imprisoned in your own decision. Tattered feelings pushing all your strength away. Hoping it find it in that lie someday. And you've displaced me so well, it's hard to tell whos face it is, just once more.
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Jun 28, 2011
Am I really just a....Trick the mind to satisfy. Replicate the twitch,you're feasting in this ditch. A dancing room of empty classes, a body of open gashes. You swear to stop this fevil mistress from getting out. But your trapped here and can't get out. / Your lost in your own mess, left to rot. So plug your teeth in and get ready for a laugh cause nothing simpler should hold you back. And I know it hurts but the shelves of bottles should not shelter your heart attack. Keep it steady even for a moment and you'll swear it's forever, but thats a great reaction to visit. / No hesational knots. Try not to lose your voice or keep yelling to find a peaceful plot. Your trying to hard to keep it all steady, so much that youre losing trace of all you got. Trust me and don't waste all your words to figure out what will always linger and be forgot.
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Apr 2, 2011
Behind these wallsThese walls begin to speak. Cover them up so they don't spill. Silence the dancers foot steps that we hear. Noises always creeping up and then disappear. Shut them up and nail inconveniences to the the floor. And fade away to see if your voice remains. Its always easier to seem dead in disguise when everyone lies. And you can read in between every line. But don't stay to long because consciousness fades, an everlasting date. Truth becomes lies and everyone has alibis, not to know the difference between black and white. Nails grow longer and faces become faker.
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Jan 18, 2010
BirthFire exposed my bright eyes, the cool flames extinguished my hell. What a surprise, that i see, another dark hill to lead me. To the door that doesn't stop turning. And if time keeps moving forward and backwards, i can't hear the thoughts that crack the bell. So catch that handle and see for yourself, that we're all dead to start with. / A purgatory of thoughtlessness, and realization of loneliness. Where consciousness takes the chord and tugs you down. Will you be seized by yourself or someone else. Will lips move or thoughts be found. You seem to be an empty space of sound, and a character that's blended heat. But don't fear for everyone gets picked one day to fulfill their destiny to consume another spot in misery. From a bucket disliked by the world, fall on the ground. Lost in a puddle of no mans history.
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Apr 8, 2011
BookWhy are you making it seem like you don't exist, are you hoping for a plot twist. Well thats not going to happen, cuz you were always real in my book. Someone that i could always talk and write with. But your running off the page, as if you're not happy with me. Yes i had to end the fantasy, that doesn't mean our ink has to feel erased. / What you said to me has dried and will never fade, only smear and seem fake from every read. So whens the ****** cuz this book is only half written, without you, there's nothing left to put in. Why are you making it seem like you don't exist, are you hoping for a plot twist. Well thats not going to happen, cuz you were always real in my book. / What now when the hook is gone, how am i suppose to know how the story ends. Does it even contain and ending, iam not real in these pages. Have i smeared the only trace to hint that this never took place. Shall i burn what was written, and hope that you finish your ending. Maybe then i really would be hidden.
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Feb 18, 2010
Can we...Day dreams take flight, leave no ground in sight, take me far where we are to play as children once again in the heavy rain where it all began. Dancing not to care, while we sang hymns of lost and future thoughts being safe in our hearts not to fall apart. / Super heroes come to life in the backyard, why was it so hard to stop time and wonder why we can't stay here. I will tell you that we can't live forever but dreaming makes it easier to see each other.
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Apr 2, 2011
Circles And CyclesShell encased remedies made with the slightest bit of happiness and sadness. Nervous tremors of reclusion to blame another. What are you waiting for, another empty chamber, pull the ******* trigger. Lets end this so sickly, so quietly, there will never be a trace of any parallels to define my face. If i could find any other way to replace what i knew was lost inside, to spin the thread once again and find a new life. So forgive me for all my angels are really just strangers, and i really must say goodbye. For iam breathing in a ocean of madness as my pours exhale my consciousness. And i scream with all my exhaust to punish my unfaithful past existence with this trigger. Lets end this so quickly so painfully, i trust you to find me when the leaves blow away.
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Apr 8, 2011
Clean up your.....If i hold you in my lungs long enough, I won't be able tell if this is enough. A physical juxtaposition to hold my life in its hands. A cool breeze letting go not to say goodbye, cuz heres another one to say hello. Keep me warm good friend, for you seem to be my only friend. Its a miracle at best, that you make my head at rest. But theres no guarantee that you will be here forever. / Guess it doesn't ****** matter, toss you aside to make room for another. Always pressed for time and another year passes by. It makes us all feel so expendable. Only here to burn and fall no ones dependable. Yet you keep me warm good friend, for the time being. But everyones gotta lose when u breathe in this cold feeling. / For I hold you there longer then I should, for you were here longer then I ever could be. To fill up empty space inside, an emotion i can't describe. Watch you get weaker, as my body becomes a stranger. I breathe out your smoke, and take in hope. Always pressed for time and years pass by. It makes us all feel so expendable.
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Apr 6, 2011
Colors are funPleasing the colors on the street, all the lanes turn bleak. The motions in my seat pull my head back up to speed. As my mind skids, I get rid of more bricks, that make me sick. A moment where everything's better, an amusement park of letters. The numbers seem to pull me in, as they advertise each sin. The flashing continues, as the ride spins more, and it feels like I've been here before. The blood on the floor, and once again another dead one.
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Jan 20, 2010
Cracked ReflectionSurprised neglections, broken mirrors show faded reflections. The tiles on the floor play while you begin to forget everything. In and out noises make skin feel absent. Lights are streaming, and it looks like the scenery is crying. Fiction plays with the mind. A wasteland to remove purity and hide pain. A burned out shell filled with smoke and **** Can't find any means to escape. Lay here to discard any meaning of anything as the system runs on empty. They beg for an ending that seems fitting. Yet punishment laughs for they did their own undoing.
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Apr 8, 2011
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