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Alicia: PrologueAs soon as she was old enough to hate, Alicia Dawn Cartwright hated her name. Of course, she had hated things before. From a tender age, she would have told you she hated broccoli, having her hair brushed and, inexplicably, green chairs. But this hate was merely the passing annoyance of a young child, annoyance that obnoxiously prods the soul and then fades away. At age five, however, (or five and a half, as she would have expressed it) Alicia’s mother pAlicia: Prologue
by ~deepermeanings
Dictionary DefinitionA dictionary definition lying to my face Bold and bright In black and white The answer to a question that everyone can feel but no one can define It pretends to know who I am, What I think and feel and want. {the liar} It thinks it knows the truth about life What to do, where to go, who to be How to fall in love with one How to associate with another {how to elegantlyDictionary Definition
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The Color of a WordThe color of a word That no one ever uses Grey or mauve or maybe beige You can't look at it directly But it teases in the corner of your eyeThe Color of a Word
Chasing it, like a lost dream It's evaporating, like a single tear Fading, like a black t-shirt in the afternoon sun
Running; Running away within myself Away from it all Away from me
by ~deepermeanings
Exclusionovercome by Pain emotional turned physical head spinning eyes burning stomach lurching I want to Vomit but I can'tExclusion
I hold it in Pleasure and Pain become one become Torture tearing at me pulling from me murdering me bit by bit piece by piece I Die
Alone.
Exclusion.
by ~deepermeanings
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Torn By My DeviceEmotionless faces constantly pass me Each time I dare step out of the room. The thrust of emotions relentlessly battles To the death in my sleeping, crying head. Naked photography and cuffed arms Will never show the happiness in sorrow. The tears from every crying baby Will never understand. The broken limbs can never feel The brokenness inside my head. Shattered glass cuts through my Brain because I am as emotionless As the grey faces that pass me.Torn By My Device
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- Current Residence: The far end of nowhere, Canada
- Interests: Theatre/acting, music, books/writing, friends, guys
- Favourite movie: Rocky Horror Picture Show, Pulp Fiction, Fight Club, Spice World
- Favourite band or musician: Garbage, The Dresden Dolls
- Favourite genre of music: Punk, rock, songs from musicals, other weird stuff I happen to like.
- Favourite poet or writer: Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde
- Wallpaper of choice: Something pretty
- Skin of choice: NOT mine
- Favourite game: The Final Fantasy Series
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Strong Bad
- Personal Quote: My innocence is grassy, at best.
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil or MS Word
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"So do all who live to see such times, but that is not for them to decide. All we must decide is what to do with the time that is given to us." -- Gandalf, The Fellowship of the Ring
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