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Stars Through the Smoke

When I was little, I used to wish upon a star almost every night. It was a child’s ritual done with a child’s trust that somehow, it would work. With the blissful ignorance that hid the true meaning of the word “reality” from me, and the simple innocence that all children are gifted with, I wished fervently for the same thing over and over, with an almost religious passion.
Starlight, star bright, first star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might, have the wish I wish tonight. I wish Mommy would get better. I wish she wouldn’t be so sick, so that she can be home with Daddy and me more often.
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EverythingThis is it What you wanted Wished at Longed for Dreamed of. This is it. Everything you hoped. Trapped now Between a fear And a desire. Fear to keep Lest it break. Desire to have Lest it leave.
This is it. Fragile, unstable, Unsure and painful. This is it. Your everything. Everything
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AmazingCan you believe it?
This is our everything. Where we brought ourselves to be. What we'd dreamed of.

Can't you, Can't you just believe?
Isn't it amazing? World of shining chrome Racing across the land To defy time itself.
Isn't it, Isn't it just amazing?
It's a wonder, what we've done Mastered everything, the land, It's secrets. We've divined at The mechanism of life itself.
Can't you, Can't you just believe?
Isn't it strange? We've found the truth Of science and the world.
B Amazing
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Quiet SacrificeFoolhardy and brash, the one who finds battle Before battle is met, when need For war is slight. Foolhardy but well sung, for when The fray is born and guns roar The brashest is a hero, and no fool.

Unsung is the one who waits his duty, Who hears only necessity's call. Unsung, though he should risk it all, Everything for love, for daughter, For home, country, brother, In a quiet sacrifice. Quiet Sacrifice
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Blind Date7:30. Meet at the restaurant. Not that I don't trust you, but Better to meet in public Where strangers are concerned.

I'm early, waiting.  Door opens. Recognize you instantly - like your picture. But are you-? Yes. Get the table. Open the menus. Commence chat.
You're from? That's nice. And you work at? Oh... My spare time? Nothing special. Normal stuff, you know.
Order drinks. Red wine for me. Red or white for you? Oh... Wine for me, then, beer for you. Now, what to eat?
Wonder if I love you.
Might be t Blind Date
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ReflectionShe drifts as softly as a cloud You barely sense her there She blends into the largest crowd As though she's made of air
The crystal of her fantasy, Protected by the night Tells of that which she can see A kingdom made of light
A constant angel sings her dream Of Warmth and Purity But the shelter she relies on Is just insecurity
For fairy vision clouds her sight, And bid this dreamscape grow This world has stolen all her light But still, she can't let go Reflection
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ImageShe has always thought about The world behind the mirror But presently, the answer Has not been rising clearer
From the dreamscape of her childhood To the trouble she has known Wondering if her reflection has A life all it's own
This mirror now reflects her But she does not realize It's her image in the mirror That she doesn't recognize
To her knees she's fallen Asking through her cries Why the mirror can't reflect The girl she is inside
"Do you even see me? You act like I'm not there, A liquid dripping throu Image
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Quick! Get your dancing shoes!

Fri Oct 26, 2007, 1:53 AM

Mood: Content
Listening to: A silent house
Reading: Dark Tower V - Wolves of the Calla

Because I'm eighteen, and can get into all the clubs in Switzerland.

Let's go hit the dance floor!

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Current Residence: Oberwil-Lieli
Interests: Poetry, music, reading, writing
Favourite band or musician: Type O Negative, Apocalyptica, Vivaldi, Beethoven
Favourite genre of music: Heavy metal and/or classical
Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allan Poe, Anne Rice, William Shakespeare
MP3 player of choice: My Lyra
Personal Quote: Dust, laughter, nothingness. Our all is born of the nonsensical.
Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, and turbulent emotions.

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~tonypucci Dec 8, 2006, 2:44:28 AM

You have been tagged by me. Please go and read my lastest DA journal and take it from there...

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Blog & mp3s of original music:
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~tonypucci May 18, 2006, 1:55:03 AM

Hey Lady Gen, how've you been?

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Poetry, song lyrics & mp3s of original music at my website:
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~AdrienRain May 13, 2006, 7:33:09 PM

YOU have BEEN HIT BY THE BEAUTIFUL STICK!!!!
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ONCE YOU have BEEN HIT, YOU HAVE TO HIT 8 BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE. IF YOU GET HIT AGAIN YOU KNOW YOU are REALLY FINE AS HELL. IF YOU BREAK THE CHAIN YOU will BE CURSED WITH UGLINESS FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE. SO DONT MESS UP!!

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