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  1. Creatures of My Night

    by , 11-14-2008 at 10:37 PM (Poetry, Random Thoughts & Ramblings)
    This was originally intended to be a poem about vampires, but it went in totally different direction with a different meaning all together.

    Creatures of my night

    The creatures of my night
    Have no soul, no hope, no life
    They devour me, and tear me apart
    No part of my sleep is untouched
    Because my sleep is void and without rest
    No matter where I hide
    They are there, there in every corner of my mind ...
  2. "Amor a Primera Vista" (3)

    So I mentioned I had approximately 2/3 of it written down on paper. I have now finished transferring it onto the computer. I will be working on the last part this weekend, but I imagine it will be quite difficult. Enjoy.

    “One kiss...please?” he uttered with that low, husky voice and hypnotic stare. I observed his mouth as he spoke; it was so small, but so gentle.
    “I can’t...” I whispered, my breath was heavy - as was my heart.
    “Just 2 seconds. Close your eyes.” ...
  3. "Amor a Primera Vista" (2)

    I made my way into the bar (our meeting place), my feet dragging the rest of my body the whole way; it was as though my fate was set in stone, no way of turning back. Soon enough, I found myself alone with him, strolling alongside the well lit pool which seemed to radiate a brilliant blue in the heavy darkness.
    This is too secluded... it feels like a bad idea. Imagine what would think. No. Don’t panic. Act like everything is normal, because it is.

    After a little small ...
  4. In depth book review of Paul Auster's 'The Music of Chance' - Part 1

    by , 11-14-2008 at 10:14 AM (Insights from a person of questionable sanity)
    NOTE: This is only the first half of the review, the full review can be read here:

    The Music of Chance will always be one of the most memorable books I have ever read. Why? Because I've never found a book so disturbing (not even the likes of Ellis' American Psycho) that I had to stop reading it. I can ...

    Updated 02-25-2009 at 07:41 AM by optimisticnad

  5. Tumbleweed

    The knife twists
    inch by inch
    carving flesh out
    while I watch
    while the blood flows

    Numb inside
    living heart beats
    with each twist of blade
    sent further back in time

    in flashes of fragments
    fleeting omens
    with no voice
    or meaning

    Just a flutter
    of raven wings
    laughter rings
    across the wasteland
    where all

    Updated 11-14-2008 at 12:15 AM by Dark Muse

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