Time Passes. Even when it seems impossible. Even when each tick of the second hand aches like the pulse of blood behind a bruise. It passes unevenly, in strange lurches and dragging lulls, but pass it does. Even for me.
You can call me Vertigo.
Vertigo: a sensation of motion in which the individual or the individual's surroundings seem to whirl dizzily b: a dizzy confused state of mind.
"They call her Vertigo because everything around her happens like a Car Crash in slow motion."
Heres.Looking.At.You.Kid.
- Member since March 26, 2006.
- My mood is , and quote is ""She is Vertigo--because everything around her happened like a Car Crash in slow motion."".
- I am a 20 year old woman from Missouri (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm starting over..
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/somewhere_out_of_orbit
- I have 49 comments, 1,918 poems, 8 stories, 50 journals
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Aaron is beautiful sometimes with the way
he looks when he's sleeping. We've been together3100 words, 1 comment, April 5, 2009 -
She stood there feeling uncomfortable to be herself as he talked to yet another person that recognized them from high school. Another random guy whose name she didn't remember started talking to her boyfriend and as usual she600 words, 1 comment, December 3, 2008
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I remember crystal dragonflies hanging form her sky. The swirl of sunlight coming in from a noon window and her hair beside pink curtains2100 words, 4 comments, September 30, 2008
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1600 words, 3 comments, September 24, 2008. In Adult, Anger, Crime, Dark, Depression, Fear, Horror, Pain, Rape, Silent hill
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We are holding on to dreams we don'tbelieve in, chasing the stars,nothing with an axis for discomfortto spin its' head aroundwhile the Moon collides against the shore. It comes in waves,small in amounts and immeasurable in<100 words, 3 comments, December 9, 2009
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The angel blames herself for the fallwhile the cretin lingers on inher prosperous silence. We are victims of violence,a generation of war-mongers,with fences in between our feelingsand sex in between our bodies. we reprodu<100 words, 1 comment, December 9, 2009
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