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NATHAN[POSTE]
Age: 17
Location: a sheltered town
Joined On: Jan 31, 2007
Occupation: idiot
Website: http://myspace.com/king_napo...
i don't freak out over getting tons of friends.
if you have the username "XimXemoX" then i WILL NOT add you. in fact, i will kill you.
i don't care if you're like scene or indie or whatever. it really doesn't make me like you.
it actually makes me dislike you.
i don't want your wining or complaining about how emo you are or how badly people treat you. i bet it's not as bad a how people treated slaves. so get over it.
if you add me just for the sake of me being "hot", then don't add me.
purevolume should let you make layouts.
i'm a writer and i write poems and stuff. i have some poetry in my blogs. read em fools.
"God is love and love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead. And all that's charming disappears and all that's lovely, only hurts my head. As I gathered stones from fields like pearls of water on my finger's ends i carefully wrapped them up in boxes, safe from windows(and the things that break!)As the night time shined like day it saw my sorry face and hair a mess but it liked me best that way. Besides? How else could I confess when I looked down as if to pray, well I was looking down her dress. Good God! Please catch for us the foxes in the vineyards(the little foxes)...Turn your ears, you musicians to silence, because they only come out when it's quiet. Their tales brushing over your eyelids. O' wake up sleeper and then rise form the dead and the fur that they shed is going to lay on your bed and in a delicate orange, and cinnamon red! Oh I dont' need this, I don't need this(I have my loves!) I don't need this." mewithoutYou-'The Soviet'
me & shelby :) i love her so much.
"be kind to your behind"
a sheltered-town
such a reserved evening
the stark-blue sky so gently kissed by the sliver of the moon.
such wide and opened ears hearing every movement of breathing
so serene i can feel the kiss of your lips on mine soon.
leaves still forgotten like children with the trees
moss dangles like pearls on a necklace between the fingers of hope like
an old lock and old copper keys.
if a motion was ever so precise
its a fear i've never recalled having.
like the hawks to swarm the mice in the valleys
your smile so simple and innocent like an auburn sunset in the evening.
warming like the fire in cabins upstate
crisp january air exhaling with the morning-light.
romance inhales the blue-sky's blithe
to leave these words within distance to reverberate.
jades eyes shine like diamonds with a smile of adoration piercing the veil
if words were spirits i would have kissed so many lips shaded pale.
a sunset scratched pastel
and in the ever-changing skies and the embrace of your slendered-arms
cover me in a peace with a winter's smell
of smoke and of frost.
perplexed with anything
it weighs heavily atop my head.
burdened with love haulted upon my back.
i spake your name so easily in the form of a song in rhyme
the shepherd plays his harp under the eyes of an oak tree
as in the careful sketching of woody branches veined like hair.
it swayed in the breeze like a wind-chime.
making the harmony so simple to define
and leaving your face so pretty and fair.
if a smile was ever so intriguing as yours
i would've found it desolated like shells on the shore.
and on the trodden paths of the past
my face was laid against your knees to support my rest.
crimson the love in which burns the desire to be seen
as fingers run through hair like foxes in the forests obscene.
i will never forget how the moon looked that night
or how your smiled intently like a chorus.
golden patterns in your eyes of green
white-washed in a sheltered town i lay awake and you dream.
oh pity.
if such unconcerned laughter sprung-forth
can obtain any kind of attention from thine own ears
of which we dive into with uttering confession
the stars themselves would have cursed my name years long past.
apology short-handed and sincerety less demaneded
may the brightening of the tempest conceil beliefs unforged by human hands.
the silver-blade of a stone-grinded sword shines boldy
within the frayed fabric of a shirt loosely worn.
displays of unhandled and uncontrolled malice
spewed like salfur disemboweled with a dragon's entrails.
oh pity the poor soul of whose fingers grace the tapestries in such sorrow.
i am the boy you called therefore from the shallows.
faith disposes any question to rise from the pools of knowledge.
i cry for absolution from the deepest part in the sacrement!
flesh grows the heart's weary attitude and yet
the words harm deafingly the confidence.
if a spider skimming the leaf's edge could only see
the distance of which would carry it downward
i believe a "sentence of release" would carry me home.
a silent night once again
to with and without the voice of the loveliest maden i'd ever held.
and in the definate myriad of mistakes to accompany my present wanderings
i found a way to wrap my fingers around the "pearls of purity".
fashioned one-by-one, hand made into a necklace for my doubts
a single kiss for the low-laying clouds puts a tired soul to rest.
and that soul is in me...oh pity.
...faith is the cross and the flame is deceit.
composed with the thoughts of only such wrath
i can calmy remain discrete.
short story/poem=prose thingy
waking to a morning of calamity and callous thought, normality has never really suited me yet fiction has suited me alot. my eyes turn a soft gray in the sight of the things i cant portray, and mirrors are only made of glass during the day. she was a best dressed kid for a best dressed romance, her scarlet lips and her granite eyes laid me to sleep each and every night like a slow dance. i took her hand, she took mine; we made foot prints in the sand and drew our dividing line. clocks draped over tree limbs screaming and shouting some nonsense about the time, but theres better things to do when i see a girl who knows how to rhyme. burning sunsets of reds and yellows peeking over the edge of eternity into the eyes of the trees and the carpeting greens, clouds float like sails in the wind across the canvas that lays in tones of blue. the evening will never end when i'm with you. im falling asleep in the midst of the golden shining of love that used to live in your eyes, and im falling in love in the midst of the evening skies. water is your best friend when you need a reflection. love says "it will never end" but that needs some correction. live to find what's so great about living! you've seen these gifts, and i just wont stop giving...we sing this song so out of tune its beautiful! nothing on earth is so fine and granulated like this piece of art. and as for perplexity, we might as well be kissing at a funeral! yet my blood has cut off from flowing through the valves in my heart. she rested against my shoulder and ran my fingers along her lips. there was always something i never told her, but i past by it with every kiss. the momentary solitude of an oceans' watery wave held the finger-print that was glued to her cheek. a distant freckle of beauty made the things i needed to say frail and yet becoming morbidly weak. i slept at a stoplight on church street, my pillow the fog that came at 6 a.m. exposed and often windswept, the people passing make the feeling bleak. my room is still messy and unkept, but i plan to clean it this coming week, once again.
the most comfortable coffin(old english version)
Symmetrical and historical events. A dagger form'd from the forearm of an angel. Veins protrude the fingers like barb'd wire slithering the fence, I beg'd for mercy ever since as a stranger. The dim cold light flickers like the heart of a young girls desires. With the most comfortable coffin and thy least favorite song. I saw her smile and I saw that face warming by the fire. We sing happily with the words, but we sing the words wrong. Restless nights dreampt in tossing and turning. My plagued thoughts rust'd like bars. How could I cancel anything so loving? As finger tips touch'd thus the hem of the stars. Such a pretty dress I must say. Jagg'd wooden fences line the leaf smeared roads. Autumn colors so carefully arranged. And all the reds and the yellows lay there betrothed. Anything as regretting as this. Sorrowful and cataclysmic. I ne'er would've lean'd in for your sweet warming kiss. Palms gracing redden'd cheeks left pathetic. What callousness of love lit in my eyes that day? Dragons pacing the brim of the courts. What picture or faint glimmer of hope doeth my actions portray? Kings showing with idled pride their dragon-slaying swords. The most comfortable coffin for the most indignant person. With the eyes of an eclipse and the lips of a crimson curtain. Inept timing is this. The fingers slender'd with experience but innocence is certain. Crying as a crow in the night. Mystery trickles leaving the knowing a burden. We died in the most comfortable coffin smiling with blithe. My arm around you and wretch'd as this grain-trimmed scythe.
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posted Apr 15
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posted Mar 05
ashleen_loves_her_spacecowboy_alanj
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posted Feb 26