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6/9/00 When the summer sun is burning, I sit in shadow silently gloaming. Waiting for the release of night. Whence I can escape the plight, of piercing bright and arid summer days. The blinding sun glaring in my eyes, Is dead and gone at eventide, at dusk, night, twilight. Yo soy feliciz en la oscuridad de la noche, no quiero que el sol alumbra la tierra. Porque no puede vivir en la luz (de la manana). |
1/25/99 Sleep shall come to all but me, I lay awake in the dark of night. I tumble and squirm, but not in fright. No sleep for me, I'm filled w/dismay. I cannot sleep, not now anyway. So I sumble, toss and turn, my blankets, in a blender churn. My mind is screaming, howling outloud. But no one can hear, not now. Everyone is alseep in their bed, everyone but me! So, I am cursed, but ... they are dead. |
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- sorry i don't know how to get the accent marks and enias. |
- ... i thought the ending was slightly ironic ... - and yes i have A LOT of trouble trying to sleep at night ... for some reason i can't fall asleep unless i'm actually physically or mentally tired ... so spening 5 hours updating my hp in the morning is ... actually healthy for me ... well sorda ... |
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Sea of Sand ?/?/98 Forever may seem the sea of sand, Drifting on till it meets a stang, As they with-hold the fortress through, The sand sweeps in and grays the blue, Long and withered by time to see, That the sea of sand is neither coarse nor petite, But rather, a softly flowing and gentle horde, That mounts forever, overwhelming every force, As gentler sands sweep by ever so softly, A powerdered puff quality set to the extreme, Nothing is so fane as to unseam the line between, a powerful enemy wrecking all to be seen, and the mollient soother calming all fears and eccentricities, For, forever is the Sea of Sand. An eternal force in an ephemeral land. |
6/9/00 When I feel threatened, I gain urges to kill. Exhileration seeps into my system, invading my pulse. Hot lava flows through my veins, to my brain and down my throat. I feel myself screaming, voiceless screaming ... shrieking ... (demasiado ruido en me cerebre) And my hands begin to itch. So doth I give in to this fatalistic urge? Yes! And I kill again! Now it's time for them to die! Every single one! All of them must Die! Silence follows ... silence calming. My limbs drop limp upon a motionless body. (y mi cuerpo esta durmiendo, durmiendo en la oscuridad do la noche.) |
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- ... this is one of ... i guess my nature based ones ... - i have more ... most of them are in chinese ... and ... i'd have to scan them ... must remember to do that ... - my english ones tend to show feelings more ... but they do still go onto nature scapes |
- ... i ... don't like this one ... it ... - ... ... ... .. .. .. |
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