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Depleted
Sitting alone, empty of feeling, Numb and shaking from this cold. I wish now more than ever, That you could hold me close, Just like the days of old.
Pictures remind me of cherished moments, From what feels like the distant past. We have quickly grown older, And our problems have, Matured us so fast.
These pictures remind me, Of your angelic face. Loneliness settles in. The pain cripples me, And cannot be erased.
I miss being so close, To where I could hear, The steady tempo of your heart. Stom

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D E P L E T E DDepleted
Sitting alone, empty of feeling, Numb and shaking from this cold. I wish now more than ever, That you could hold me close, Just like the days of old.
Pictures remind me of cherished moments, From what feels like the distant past. We have quickly grown older, And our problems have, Matured us so fast.
These pictures remind me, Of your angelic face. Loneliness settles in. The pain cripples me, And cannot be erased.
I miss being so close, To where I could hear, The steady tempo of your heart. Stom D E P L E T E D
by ~xshatteredsoulx

Sapience From The VisceraSapience From The Viscera
The webs of life, Intertwine, contort and contrast. What if every day, Was an echo of the last?
You choose the parts, That you want this world to see. What if that reflection in the mirror, Was something you could never be?
The thoughts within your head, All creations of your own. What if they did not exist, And you were nothing but alone?
You learn from your experiences, Feelings always change. What if you were hollow inside, And you always remained the same?
You feel free within y Sapience From The Viscera
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Buried Within Her Heart                    Buried Within the Walls of Her Heart

     The car door opened, and I let my feet drop down as I began to get out.  “Have a good time.” my mom said from behind.  I turned and waved goodbye as she drove off.
Turning about, I proceeded to walk across the freshly cut grass towards the front door.  My heart felt as if it was lodged in my throat as the door swung open and a figure appeared.  I was greeted with Buried Within Her Heart
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A Travesty Behind A TragedyA Travesty Behind a Tragedy by Jake Krouth
December 8, 2004, a date that will be forever burned into my mind. That evening at the Alrosa Villa in Columbus, Ohio, the band Damageplan had just opened their show when a deranged gunman stormed the stage and opened fire at point blank range killing guitar legend "Dimebag" Darrell Abbott, world renowned for his guitar playing for Pantera. Erin Halk, who loaded equipment for the band, Jeff Thompson, bodyguard for the band, and Nathan Bray, an innocent fan who did his all to help, were among the others shot and killed. I got a phone call the following morning, unaware of what A Travesty Behind A Tragedy
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Seamstressimages of what once was trapped in the fabric of time replayed every so often as they struggle to be unwoven it would only be fair if I pulled it at the seams knocking loose one or two strings I can\'t I\'m entranced as this dusty ballroom comes alive I can only watch this haunting dance Seamstress
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Stormy SettingsHearts echo    The beat of traffic On not-so-distant streets
Seal-slick skin    Bathed in pouring rain Shivers silently    As eyes drink it in
Ringlets coil   Pulling against    the humidity Refusing to lose their novelty
The thunder roars   But the sound is muffled By the consistent pounding inside chests
Lightening tears across the sky Blinking like a strobe light   Turning the night from on to off
The wind whi Stormy Settings
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For the BetterSwept away Ripped from all that have tied me down The sweet sound of shredding fabric Ripples through my ears
I have forgotten How forbidden can feel so good My footsteps echo I pound myself into the ground
To be gone Lost just one more time Remembered by no one Freed from these confines For the Better
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That One Thing MoreI’ve wanted something more and better. I’ve wanted to be closer To something that would make
Me never want any another.
The unhavable is what I want have And I want the forbidden in my hand. Maybe I’ll settle for what’s safe But I don’t think I understand.
To just touch, just stroke
What I desire most. I’ll take even that brief moment Of a subtle conversation
There has to be something Just one thing to help me I need this one thing more That one open door.
A drug, perhaps, to give me One to keep me from feeling & That One Thing More
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Iowa City....

Fri Feb 17, 2006, 5:52 PM

SONG: "Your tears don't fall"
BAND: "Bullet For My Valentine"

with bloodshot eyes, i watch you sleeping
the warmth i feel beside is slowly fading
would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

the moments died, i hear no screaming
the visions left left inside me are slowly fading
would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me, if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

this battered room i've seen before
the broken bones they heal no more, no more
with my last breath i'm choking
will this ever end, i'm hoping
my world is over one more time

lets go

would she hear me, if i called her name
would she hold me if she knew my shame

theres always something different going wrong
the path i walk is in the wrong direction
theres always someone fucking hanging
can anybody help me make things better

your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home
your tears don't fall, they crash around me
her conscience calls the guilty to come home

Figured I would leave a journal update since I have not left one in such a long time. I am currently in Iowa City visiting with Linds...<3...we went and saw NIN at The Mark the other night....that was one of the TOP concerts I have ever seen. Reznor has one hell of a stage prescence and the band that he has signed to be with him throughout this tour is top notch as well, wish I could say the same for the opening band Moving Units...lets just leave it at not impressed at all. As you all could tell I was pretty pissed when I wrote my last entry. I am not as mad anymore but still very pissed off at two people (Kyle you are not one of them). anywho I am getting ready to watch The corpse Bride with Linds (she got it for valentine's day) so .....later.....

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Current Residence: south of heaven
Interests: music, writing, racing, and Lindsay
Favourite movie: american history x
Favourite band or musician: Slayer Danzig Killswitch Engage HIM AIC NIN Hatebreed Pantera Slipknot Himsa God Forbid Shinedown
Favourite genre of music: Anything heavy...the rest is garbage...
Favourite artist: im not much of an art person
Favourite poet or writer: Steven King, Poe, Emerson, Lindsay---layne Staley, Trent Reznor, Kurt Cobain, Phil Anselmo
Favourite photographer: fuck if I know
Favourite style of art: fuck if I care
Operating System: broken...thanks mom!!!!
MP3 player of choice: I am not down with all this new technology bullshit
Shell of choice: That would be nifty if I had a shell....
Wallpaper of choice: What the fuck?
Skin of choice: Hmmmm...I will keep mine...
Favourite game: duck, duck, goose
Favourite gaming platform: playstation 2 soon to be PS3 (fuck xbox360)
Favourite cartoon character: everyone on Family Guy
Personal Quote: "I'd rather be hated for who I am, than to be loved for something I am not" - Kurt Cobain
Tools of the Trade: The pain festering inside me

Email: XxNoHopENoFeaRxX@aol.com

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~Ioka Feb 26, 2005, 2:34:30 PM

Man, all the cool kids are posting on the J-Rab's page, so I think I'm going to.

Because I'm a cool kid.

Right?

...Right?

...

~xshatteredsoulx Feb 21, 2005, 6:21:24 PM

that is the most comments I have ever received on my page in one day...I feel special

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In moments of tragedy we bond, and in weakness clarity thrives. I have been blessed with the inspiration, to take what little I have and always strive. From nothing I have risen, and from nothing I will continue to rise.