- Last seen on Jun 28 7:22 AM 2007. Member since April 6, 2007.
- I have 4 comments, 116 poems, 1 story, 1 journal
My Stories
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A half hour later, (somewhere in Maine) it is "pitch black". I couldn't see my hand in front of my face even with the interior lights on!1200 words, 7 comments, April 5, 2004. In (some swearing), Adventure, Friends, Humor, Laugh out loud funny!, True story life
My Poetry
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A labyrinthine hell built from the walls we construct ourselves to protect that which is most vulnerable.<100 words, 3 comments, September 16. In Dark, loneliness, Hell, Demon, Pang, Personal, My Own Style
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Depression is not a word. It’s a living void. As real as you; an entity of emptiness born of loss and fed with thought.
My other items
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- My Dead Annabel at allpoetry
Your baggage isn’t what is so cumbersome; it’s your smile… or lack thereof - No Closure at allpoetry
No longer host to the poison of my soul
The fear of abandoning me is what I fear most - Life in Cremated Fashion at allpoetry
I stand alone on swells of broken bones
My journal entries
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Life in the "grey-area" What does that mean? That you're not ultimately good or evil? That you're indecisive? 1 Hardly. Yes, I think it hurts to be dead, but only when your death occurs during your life; like asphyxiating something which draws breath. 2 "Death can't occur during life?" I beg to dOctober 2, In Angst, Depression, Message, My own personal thoughts, Pang. 500 words. → 1 comment, Add one?
