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Name: Tim
Country: United States
State: North Dakota
Birthday: 10/21/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: myself, guitar, piano, computers, philosophy and psychology, computer games, modding, welding, swordsmithing & sculpting, airsoft
Expertise: I'm a certified computer technician for a growing small business. I'm a modification hardware artist.. Guitarist and vocals for multiple bands.. metalurgy (sp?) and computers. airsmith
Occupation: Military
Industry: Government
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  buriedinscreams
Member Since:
5/1/2003
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| "city of slaves"i never once acted in angst
in foul anger and righteous pain
to see is to believe they say
but their words fail in vain.
and in defiance this creed, I cry
that their souls may rest
-as time flies by-
these pages will burn,
and these words shall fall on deaf ears
the insanity shall decease
frail memory dies, with this lost love
a cause forgotten, a promise broken
this dire deed undone, beneath a burning sky
a city of slaves sleeps, and in frailty we confide-
this blind ambition drives hollow hearts to hollow minds
to scratch the surface, and ease the blinds
one by one
you release
one by one
you decease
and betray the ones we love
with letters of lies grown cold
to get a feel for the skin you crawl in
..Your names whisper in the wind..
sunder saddened sun
this dire deed undone, beneath a burning sky
a city of slaves sleeps, and in frailty we confide-
one by one
you release
one by one
you decease
a city of slaves.
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| I know you won't ever read this, but here it goes...
i know you dont love me anymore. i dont deserve to be loved by you.
ive spent a good part of my life searching for the miracle girl..
what if i found her already? what if i let her go already, and embraced memory's decay?
what if..
it hasnt been the same, no matter where i go, what i try, do think.
something's changed. something's missing, and im sure you have it.
whatever it is. i want it, i want..you..back.
what if things were like they used to be between us?
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| Sorry for lack of posting. In th meantime of me coming up with content for this site, refer to my other xanga, vilestyle.
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| Virtue.
"Time is nothing. Timing is everything."
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| And here it goes again;
a spirit chased the flesh once more
a note wrought upon the heart of agony itself
and wrenched out the pain..once again
in conclusion, never told
an evil so ancient, so old
verbal needles rack the spine
and fetid cold chills the bone
one's heart often schisms
the way lightning splits the sky
a million times a second
and yet the sky remains intact
lost voids, scattered thoughts
a wretched faith for those wicked
damned, drained my fate seems
to forever be in love with nothing.
to stand there waiting for something..
to change my life, to..revolutionize and evolve.
the fate of man rests upon these words,
and yet i place my heart in glass and stone.
please make this stop. i beg you.
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