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Halls of the Dark Muse

  1. The Girl Who Did Not Die of a Broken Heart

    My satirical response to those melodramatics, who want to wallow in their self-pity over their failed relationships.

    The Girl Who Did Not Die of a Broken Heart

    Let me tell you a story
    about a girl who once had loved
    but her love was untrue
    and so her heart was broken

    She thought surely
    she was going to die
    and for days she stayed
    in her room and cried

    She would not be condoled
    and could
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    My Poetry
  2. Semi-Vaccation and High school Flashbacks

    Yay, no school for me again until next Wednesday, because I don't have class on Friday, and I don't have class on Tuesday, and Monday is a holiday.

    Of course I will be spending all of my time "off" doing stuff for school. I have to work on my paper for my Milton class, and have to start getting stuff together for a project in my history class, plus have my usual reading for school to do. But it will be nice to have the extra time to do those things. Two classes a day on
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  3. The Missing Link

    Sunday night I was desperately flipping through the channels in seek of something to watch before I had to force myself to resign to bed for lack of any entertainment to keep me up, when I happened to come across this show on VH1. It was called Tool Academy. The idea behind the show was it was this group of the worst boyfriends, and of course some game show on a music video channel is going to be the thing that reforms them and fixes the relationship. But that is not the really good part.
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    Random Musings
  4. Commonality

    From Caravan to Xanadu by Edison Marshall

    Only common men fear departure from commonality. The uncommon spend thier whole lives, by and large, proving thier condition

    Updated 01-13-2009 at 02:01 AM by Dark Muse

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    Quotations
  5. A Girl Alone in the World

    A Girl Alone in the World

    Her eyes cried,
    tears fallen from the sun,
    bitter days passed
    and she found herself
    standing alone

    Looking for philosophy
    among the stars,
    she spoke in the language
    of the crickets

    Seeking to find
    some meaning
    that runs deeper
    then the river bed
    where the stones
    are cool against her feet

    A sense of being,
    quiet discovery
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    My Poetry