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Buried
written by YouSmileAs_I_Die04:59 AM 4/1/05| I am an artist, without the paint and bright colors. But with the silent screams that are contained in words and with the somber tones of blood and heartache, the grating, gut-wrenching sound of guitars at midnight. My palate too is an empty page waiting to be filled, but instead with lines that can take the shape of anything I want them to, lines that can reach into a person's soul, invade their deepest and darkest thoughts. I bring those things to light, the shit no one wants to deal with. The things we keep buried so deep inside, praying that no one will find them. That is where my creativity lies growing stronger in its solitude as you feel yourself drowing in your sorrow. |
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i enjoy writing like this...it's more fun since you don't have a rhyme scheme tying you down.
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