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(no subject) [May. 26th, 2005|12:03 am]
My Purple-Black Eye
[mood |drunkHAY BITCHFACE!]

i was bored. thought about it when i got home earlier.

i wanted to.
but i didn't.

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poems? [May. 19th, 2005|10:39 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

These, in my opinion, don't count as poems but, the site has been slow lately. These are just thoughts i had that happened to come out slightly poetic-ly. hope you enjoy. they all came from my journal.

"My poetic pleas were heard only by deafened ears."

"The faces i used to know
are now lost in a sea of strangers
their memories are faint in me
their lives are now part of millions"
(I scribbled THIS POEM SUCKS all around this one)

(don't make fun of me, i wrote this super late)
"Middle of the night,
yet still i write,
afraid to take flight,
into my dreams."

"early morning,
thoughts are flowing,
tides are rolling in better places"

"the sun won't shine on my day"

"Tonight I am truly alone.
No one to talk to
nothing to hear
nothing to see
nothing to do
just a face in the dark."

"The darkened sky tells the story of her life."

"When lies become truth
i won't remember how it used to be" (i like this one)

"I emptied my mind
and then
you came back to beat me down"

"What happens when the songs that meant so much to you turn out to have different meanings?"

"I tried to forget
the love i once had
but, it came back to haunt me
like the most wonderful dream."
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(no subject) [Apr. 24th, 2005|10:58 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

[mood |boredbored]
[music |HORSEtheband]

Set explosives to the foundations of this love
And tear apart the structures
...The sounds of an internal rupture
So deafening in it's silence,
It accents the collapse of our tin-foil lungs
Every breath is a sigh of defeat...
Every word is a waste of oxygen...

Inject a shotgun in your wrists
The bullets tearing through your veins
Shooting out your fingertips
Pointed straight into your brain

Watch the monoxide waltz from the tip of your tongue to the sky
Wavering from the ends of cigerettes like a thousand fireflies
Every drag you take you're dragging to your grave...
Every sip you take you're slipping away...

Today you saw her smile peel off her face
Exposing her black bones and rotten grin
Today you saw her in the mirror
You couldn't recognize yourself

gah this sucks. i used to be so much better. =\

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(no subject) [Apr. 23rd, 2005|09:00 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye
[mood |crappyshit shitty]
[music |Prodigy - Breathe]

i don't know how much longer i can anticipate
before this numbs into nonentity
like the lack of placenta from the dead fetus womb,
or the unerring paths of dead-letter walls,
tracking the landscape depths of her pinstriped confidence
she decorates craving impulses of reviving the gamble spare
they are crescent,
counting the satellites stealth paranoia,
rapid flashlight measures postponed.
invalid misreadings of abstract mistaken pupils,
bastard splinter failed mirage.
their introverted aura has been delayed.

okay, this is shit. i was writing randomly some nights ago and just tried to put stuff together. hope it makes sense. or not. whatever.
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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2005|11:39 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

how could i tell you more
more than what comes out
when i wait to see your name at night
to have our little talks
to hide whats within
knowing the limits to us
when all you know is
the stalker me
maybe you dont trust
when all you want is someone to love
but more than anything
someone who`ll love you back
the one you want to be "the one"
so no more worries for long
this is a poem i made for you
and all my words are true
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(no subject) [Apr. 22nd, 2005|11:07 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

no excuses
the lies
the moment of truth
i cannot forgive
what you put me through
hurt and i cry
no words
can break this hate
towards you
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(no subject) [Apr. 21st, 2005|09:26 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

Words not spoken.
Edge of my tongue.
Meant to be sent.
Fear of misunderstanding.
Fear of loss.
Fear of rejection.
A change in meaning.
Too much meaning.
No one to talk to.
Leave me hanging.
"I love you"
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(no subject) [Apr. 18th, 2005|10:16 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

Alone on a hill you sit next to me
our bodies close, our fingers locked.

The sun meets the dark sky,
and crates a symbol of hope.

The fiery orb blazes through the day
and we wait, connected.

The sun grows dim,
the night has returned.

In the presence of darkness
you slip away.

Here I sit, now truly alone
contemplating my faults.

A broken heart and dry eyes,
I wait for the warmth of the sun.

The sun catches fire
and there you are.

You sit by me and warm my soul
I fear your fated departure.

The coldness harsly comforts me
as you grow distant.

The moon lights my night, ********this line needs fixin'****
but only dimly. *******this one too*****

Your glow casts a shadow on the night:
A match on a distant hill.

But thats all you'll ever be.
Just a match on a hill.

No mater how far i go,
You're just a match on a hill.

I had to change the name of this poem. The original title " The day the Night went missing," was going to be about a love i would have, but that love was not realized.

I might not keep this ending. I don't no if it matches with the rest of the poem. they were writen about a month apart.

p.s. Don't burn out.
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he wrote this for me.... :) [Apr. 11th, 2005|08:11 pm]
My Purple-Black Eye

A Dream
by Tyler Finney

And through the fields the lilies blow;
Gently kissed with a soft white glow;
A pale white moon and starlit sky;
Alone in the fields- her and I;

Through tall green grass and willow trees;
A soft wind blows, a gentle breeze;
We watch the river as it flows deep;
While making ripples with our feet;

I make a wish and close my eyes,
To stay here in my paradise;
To hold her close and not let go,
To let her know I love her so;

But as the sunrise fades to red,
I throw the cover from my bed;
Another night- the dream, the same-
Her precious face without a name.
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hmm. [Apr. 4th, 2005|08:33 am]
My Purple-Black Eye

How can you be so selfish
to call on
an early grave
when the world would be
lost without your beauty?
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