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Name: David
Birthday: 2/23/1989
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Member Since: 9/1/2005

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Friday, April 04, 2008

123

The hideous heart

 

Haunted dreams burst to life that night.

The beat was alive, lost from the light

The desire grows he must kill

Yet the heart beats softly still

 

Nervously death approached, lost in his mind

All that was left was rage, still blind

He took the heart and killing it twice

Now it is buried with the mice

 

Vengeance came fast

Not letting a moment pass

No longer locked in his past, the beating began to start

Hidden in the walls of his hideous heart


Tuesday, October 02, 2007

Currently Listening
Fake Plastic Trees
By Radiohead
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Mystery

In life there is ups and down.
a little road that bobbles up and down.

Is this life? or just a dream.
Did you run away, is nothing as it seems?
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I spy

Fake plastic love?

Red blue and green?

Ocean breeze?

A cherry tree?

A lost box of love notes?

And one fading dream?
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What do you see?


Saturday, June 23, 2007

NEW ART!!! well kinda new.

http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/happilyneveraftercopy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/surfsupcopy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/P1030718copy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/tourshirtfinal.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/pushcopy.jpg
http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y189/davidd334/stolenmyheartcopy.jpg


 


Saturday, May 19, 2007

Friday....
Who the heck named friday.....friday.
Why not Weekendday1 or bla bla bla
Laugh


Thursday, May 17, 2007

In the jungle

"Talking to you is like talking to a stone wall"
Driving home at 10 past 12. Not a car in sight. Green Green Green...
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...
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Still no cars.
Just green lights all the way home.
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Is there something more then
Pink satin ribbons
A paper stating your intelligence
Pictures of your past
Little white lies
And an alter ego?

Maybe it just to more streets down past the last green light.

My name is David
I live in a brick house.
I like to remember things because the seem pointless to remember.
There is always a loss end in every one of my ideas. But that makes life interesting.
Because if i figured it all out i wouldn't need Something More.

More then this

More Then  A Little white lie

"just done leave" and "This will be on my video tape"
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In the deepest place of the hardest heart
Is there a still a hole? A crack? A gap?
Something to brake the mold of what is and what isnt.
Or is it that the more we change the more we just stay the same.
When we truely are done trying to change are self.
Changes flys at you like waves towards a beach. Unstoppable.

"i wont be afraid because today has been the most perfect day i have ever seen"

If i was just like you, would you want to talk to me?

If i had your name your looks your smile would you run and hide or imbrace what is the same as you?

If i was different

If i was more then this

Would you still know who i was?

O would i just be like you.






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