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Fields Evergreen
Tomorrow is a prophet's memory Aligned with this two-minded stride Through thunder, the kiss of prosperity Leaves trails of dreams to guide. My dreams then were furtive like rain Left no mark except in my mind Glimpsed into yesteryear's stain It had laughed while I cleaved through its bind. Yet unhindered days, ragged but raw like weightless, directionless feathers Draw upon a nostalgic pause Re-blooming from ashes as heathers Crowded minds are true but brief And the horizon loses its grip Fields ahead dash from the slow naif Who is challenged to grin and outstrip The sky, strict in uniform blue Is a solid dome, unseen Gives
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A lovely portrait of me
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For Lisa - AAAAAAALLWAAAAAAAYS
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For Shawn - Sailing Onwards
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Sagging with age
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Breakin' the Bonds
Sullen exhales from pipes of gold through the slats in the fingers that branch out, goin' nowhere Nowhere Mannequins bequeathed in wigs of green line the roads to oblivion their arms reach up and see nothing Nothing Breakin' the bonds slowly into the dead ground You and I don't care even if we believe Veins of life cut to a trickle Bottling up its sustenance journey Our blood runs cold and still without purpose The traffic screams our morning's birth amid chemical smiles and feelings the stars that were killed leave without arriving Breakin' the bonds slowly into the dead ground You and I don't care even if we believe
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The Composer
A string, a quartet, linked by need, past, present and future, ebbing and surging A gilded line of networked keys flow steadfast towards a destination, never breaking, solidified in golden tresses of notes and strikes. A crescendo builds! Leaps and bounds away, the composer's hand flies across the paper like wind, yellow sunlight engulfing the story like an eager eye. In perseverance, the dream becomes reality. Standing quaintly on the expanse of stage, just behind the conductor, the composer nervously ruffles their gold-buttoned coat as the first trill of the violin leaks into the hall. Each slide of the strings and flick of
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The Ugly Barnacle, By Patrick.
Once there was an ugly barnacle. He was so ugly that everyone died. The End.
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My mother, a famous classical violinist in her day, was on her deathbed and I didn't care.  She was bedridden by the usual suspects, old age and a fall, and had been for many months when they called me.  "Come see her," they said.  "She'll pass on soon."  They told me the nurses played Tchaikovsky, her favorite. "No," I said, and hung up the phone, slamming it against the wall, the cord jerking about in a wild dance.  I glared at my CD player, as though it would suddenly come to life with violin concertos, then grabbed my coat, and left the house.   The critics never tired of sayin
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Yo yo!
Who here is still active on DA? It's very empty as of late.
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Don't sacrifice your meal to avoid human contact.
After rehearsals today, I had some time to kill and decided to head to the local Subway for a, um, subway. When I got to the pedestrian traffic lights, I found one of the other actors waiting there as well. I didn't really know her that well. We had one of those relationships where we didn't know each other's names, and the bulk of our conversations consisted basically of polite hellos and some weak attempts to make lighthearted comments about the performance to build some kind of rapport and break ice, but we weren't strangers enough that we could pass on the street and pretend not to recognise one another without looking like a snobby assh
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I got into the chorus for the musical Joseph and the Amazing Technicolour Dreamcoat. I was secretly hoping for the part of the man-eating wife of Potiphar, or even the Narrator, but it's only my second musical and there were some amazing performers at the audition. I am now also a travel agent at Flight Centre. Hooray for complete 360 degree career changes! This is the slackest journal I have ever written.
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TriWingedAngel's avatar
Thanks for the fave. My muse is alive again- I blame Furcadia X_X and an old friend draging me back to a game that should be dead by now
Psyprass's avatar
No probs, it was a cool piece! Are you still on Furc? I logged on about two years ago and it was totally dead.

Are you referring to WoW, by any chance? :P 
TriWingedAngel's avatar
it is  but one of our friends from the us  that use to  come to my ff7 dream  dragged me back I am working on new work for it if its gona die  die with one last bang =P
Psyprass's avatar
Are there any users left on there? Last time I checked, it was empty :(
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FREAKKATTHobbyist Digital Artist
You're avatar looks like a seedy potato humping his monitor through the keyboard. I am now 138 :C.


On the side note, your drawings aren't bad at all :'D.
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Hay dickhead! Thanks for the page view! :heart:
exhalational's avatar
Am I officially the 137th person to be creeped out by your avatar??? :x