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The Girl That Died 6.17.08The Girl That Died   
The Girl That Died sits on a wrought-iron bench in the subway station.  Her dress is tattered, faded & once-white, & when she swings her feet they don't touch the floor.  She remembers the ribbons her father never put in her hair.     
Sometimes, she sings.   
Clackity clickity clackity clack  Avoid the cracks for mother’s back  Here comes her on ghostie tracks  Mother’s come on ghostie tracks  Clickety clackety clickety click  Here comes her and her is it  & it, it knows some dirty tricks  Death it knows some tricksy The Girl That Died 6.17.08
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sonnet_0sonnet #0   
sleep: the dream we cannot sleep to find, &  finding, rest only as the dead or yet  to die; those restlessly alive.  my hands  shake & stack our stakes against morning’s bet  that night costs more than drugs & cigarettes.  for night, that vampire whore, will leave us spent  & desp’rate to smell less of smoke & sex  & more of hope & rest; sweet rest, oh! bent  are we on that which leaves us least content.  passing pleased, morning finds us on our knees –  in prayer perhaps, or a harlot’s attempt  to find redemption in a traitor’s fe sonnet_0
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rebel without applause.rebel without applause.   
[capo five, the best minor progression ever]   
take your time  the gasoline’s been poured and  the music box will yet unwind  take your symphony  replace it with a nursery rhyme  your hands are cold, but  don’t you fold now   
kick the chair  hope the knots will hold you  closer than i ever dared  kick the windows out  set fire to the attic stairs  your hell is earned and  you can’t turn this around   
hey jude  you took your sad song  you made it better   
and is it all alright  [i’ll say it rebel without applause.
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held breath.held breath.   
[key of d]   
your beeping pulse it makes a poor melody  the monotone metronome  of shallow breathing has me barely hoping   
sit and stare at walls white-bleached beyond belief  they all pretend this is the end  but i will hold your hand and wait for you to speak   
my held breath  can it last  behind glass and i have nothing left to give  you are  the thing i  can’t forget so i have something left to miss   
when tomorrow comes, i know that this will all be gone  they’ll say we faked every mistake  and never had to scream held breath.
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You're never visble on the weekdays ...

Tue Jun 17, 2008, 10:05 AM
:: You're never visible on the weekdays, when i need You to do what You can afford to do ::

most of my upcoming deviations will be 101-word short stories. some will be connected to others, some won't. some will be in chronological order, some will simply be in order. if i know that a story connects to others, i'll try to let you know.

the concept was started by brendan atkins, who has written a story every weekday without fail for nearly five years now. his website [link] is now home to well over a thousand stories, some of which weave in & out of each other beautifully. you owe it to yourself to check them out.

this will be ongoing, perhaps daily, perhaps more than daily. work, after all, is a pretty boring place.

enjoy.

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  • Current Residence: somewhere, somewhen.
  • Interests: love, music, & struggle.
  • Favourite band or musician: brand new, mewithoutYou, manchester orchestra.
  • Favourite genre of music: indie.

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~AMomentToThink:iconAMomentToThink: Jun 5, 2008, 1:14:30 PM
i think you need to write more...or if you have stuff, put them up on deviantart. i want to read them.

-shrug-
just my personal opinion.
~mynineteenthtry:iconmynineteenthtry: Jun 16, 2008, 9:20:27 AM
done & done [to an extent], as requested. <3.

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in forty-five they dropped a bomb / i've seen Your anger right ten-thousand wrongs
~Kriflurry:iconKriflurry: Jan 23, 2008, 7:46:43 PM
Bla! it is me ^-^ [Kri]

hearts and stuff!

oh horrah
~doorwithoutaKey:icondoorwithoutaKey: Jan 4, 2008, 10:12:49 AM
i think you need to write more.

tell you what, you write more
i'll write more.

you write [even] more.
i'll paint something.

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Tonight the stars speak of Your Infinite Love. & It serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all, compared to Your Glory, O Lord.
~mynineteenthtry:iconmynineteenthtry: Jan 14, 2008, 10:02:07 AM
mmks. there's a lot lying around, just very little finished.

i'll get some things up here as i can. & as the music gets written.

<3.
~doorwithoutaKey:icondoorwithoutaKey: Jan 14, 2008, 1:12:48 PM
good. i want to read some new lyrics.

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Tonight the stars speak of Your Infinite Love. & It serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all, compared to Your Glory, O Lord.
~MaddieSue:iconMaddieSue: Dec 22, 2007, 11:41:33 AM
Hello who ever you are

Mwah!

<3

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"you gotta know where your towel is..."
~GloryTHRIVES:iconGloryTHRIVES: Dec 16, 2007, 12:53:35 PM
weww hewwow jaryd =]
its lauren
the giggly one from youth group incase you werent sure.
=D

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When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, "I used everything you gave me."
Mood: Love ~brandonhayslette:iconbrandonhayslette: Jul 13, 2007, 10:00:59 AM
i love you

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How happy is every child of grace to feel his sins forgiven
~doorwithoutaKey:icondoorwithoutaKey: Jun 16, 2007, 11:00:10 PM
hello

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Tonight the stars speak of Your Infinite Love. & It serves to remind me that what I have means nothing at all, compared to Your Glory, O Lord.
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