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About Me: Listening to your dreams, your love lost, your horrors. Understanding that there are ones that will accept you. To help others is to understand them, and in turn,understand yourself. What is there to know about the forgotten. fleeting whispers and past rememberants are all that shadows are. Look into this world, there are shadows all around you, and each one tell their story, only if you could reach into the darkness long enough to
y! I.M. darkstormangel
Aim- darkstormwraith

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umm...sometimes I write...not very good mind you, but it does get the stadic out of my noggin.
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change, rearrange
am I me any more?
where have I now gone
am I what i used to be?
where have I gone wrong.

i don't recall the little things
that used to plague my day
i don't remember my reflection now
or the things i used to say

was I kind?
was I adored?
was i spiteful?
was i abhored?

why is it you can change yourself
before you catch up in your life
now i cannot remember myself
down my memories of strife.

am I me anymore?
or did i change my face?
please tell me if you reconize me
or have I been replaced?

look i am not a new person you see
i am who you know
please look at me the way you did
not so long ago

i'll go back, the way i was
just tell me what to do
ill be the one you wanted me to be
i'll change myself for you

never to late i always say
maybe i don't, i don't know
if you could just teach this old dog new tricks
id sit, stay, roll over, go.

i think i remember now
who i used to be
desperation prompts this change
from you wanting to leave me

what do you desire,
the old me or the new?
either one is replacable
i'll be anything for you.

please don't walk away
i don't know who to be
if i only learned what you really wanted
you wanted me to be
me.
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Once again at the crossroads, you and I.
Standing next to the gallow's pole.

To which has brought us here one more
Whom gave thee coins for the ferryman's toll?

life amoung unrest, aye the fates unkind
hollowed out your reasoning, purging thine's soul.

senses scattered like ashes, the wake of your demise
another two bits for the ferryman's toll.

Love that which is lost, or pehaps can't find.
thrusted you into this darkening hole.

the faces of the pleasant now have gone by,
another two bits for the ferryman's toll.

is it thine's sweet grief, regrets in time
you lost sight of your unyelding goal

the [pain of mistakes made and thoughts left undone.
another two bits for the ferryman's toll.

the dread of thine's deceit, coming to haunt thee.
out of a heart of black and coal.

the lies that were wrought, the truths that were twisted.
Another two bits for the ferryman's toll.

once again at the crossroads,
to which has brought,
life amoung unrest,
senses scattered like ashes,
love that which is lost,
the faces of the pleasant,
thine's sweet grief,
the pain of mistakes made,
the dread of thine's deceit,
the lies that were wrought.

carry these things
in a dusty chastised bowl,

deliver it to the rivers edge
more then enough for the ferryman's toll.

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as I said, not very good....
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Sometimes I want to be left alone. leave me to the voices inside.
yelling,
screaming,
hurting,
bleeding,
things I cannot hide.

Sometimes I want to feel nothing, leave me to the void within.
echo's fleeting,
thoughts reeling,
ghosts of the has been.

Why don't I realize
why don't I see
all of what I do
is a part of me

Sometimes I'm afraid of things i've done.
mean things,
strange things,
things to which i'll shun.

Sometimes I feel completely ashamed.
prideful,
spiteful,
incorrigable,
frightful,
thoughts i almost can't contain.

Why don't I admit
why can't I leave be
all that I condemn
is a part of me

Sometimes I want to love, I want to be sweet.
nice,
caring,
thoughtful,
sharing,
sweep you off your feet.

Sometimes I want to succumb to the passion, fiery need to please.
hot glistening sweat,
entangled bodies,
night of pleasureable screams.

What don't I show
why can't I run free
I simply can't change
what's apart of me

Why can't I deal
the mirror's image that I see
everything I know and feel
is just apart of me.
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if you've read to this point...I am impressed..you may have some cheese for your efforts.

oh I have interests mind you, but I find it droll, and will save you the headache.

I have hurt...
And I have helped.
I have let down...
And I have brought up.
I have lost...
And I have loved.
I have confused...
And I have shed light.
I have been nothing...
And I have been everything.
I have fallen...
And I have got back up.
I have cried...
And I have Felt Joy.
And I have been alone...
And I have enjoyed the company of others.

I am nothing like you, And I know you perfectly. I am you, you are me. We live, we feel, we strive, we hurt, we get angry, we laugh. Nevermind we have never seen each other. Ignore that we are far away. I have been so much to others, and have also ment so little to myself.

Just like you.
Thank you for being me.
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by the bye, I tend to have bad dreams.
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When i say i have nightmares....they are terrible ones. Flashes of pain and terror, images of morbid creatures and horrific events are scratching, clawing to get out of my skull.....

the first to wake me i was standing alone, in a meadow, tall grass swaying. To start it was very relaxing, but turned bitter. I heard faint whispering, a low, forboding voice. I could not make it out, what was being said. The whisper started to fade out and was replaced by what i first thought was static.

and then it grew dark and cold; cold enough to see my breath. the "stadic" sound grew louder, and louder still. I covered up my ears but it would not mute the sound. then from the grass, birds flew into the sky. all you could see was birds, too many to count, enough so that the sky was black with them. i felt so scared, and remember falling on my knees, screaming for them to stop. I closed my eyes and just kept screaming.

And then silence.

i looked up and the field of grass was replaced by barren, the birds distroyed all of the grass, and all that remained was was cold wet earth. then from all directions, i saw footprints coming closer to me. No one to make the prints were there, but i watched in terror the footprints coming closer,

and that is what disturbs me in the forbodeing world of morpheus's nightlands.
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as you could suspect...I am not at all there.....
this is a letter you would not not to see...(wrote this in a strange mood)
Dear Suzy,

In respect to answering your last request to drop dead, well simply can't happen. Let me please remind you of past, as well as current events.

One, as you recall it was you who said that in the uneasiness of life and that all surrounds it relationships per say are frequent and do not last.

Two, it was you whom did leave saying something about that you needed space.

Three, I'm pretty sure my memory serves correctly and that it was you who were in quite a precarious position as it were when I walked in your your little party. By the bye, who was the gentleman in the leather mask, you know, the large gent with the studded belt, the cat of nine tails and whatever else that large round thing he had? I did however reconize your friend, and might I add, did not know she was that flexible.

Four, this is a healthy reminder to you. I will no longer look after your hamsters, now that I have knowledge of your connection to them. And here I believed you when you said that they were that shade of color cause they were from Africa. Oh, side note, your dog as well has to go. He seems to miss you terribly and I simply cannot keep buying large jars of peanut butter to substain him. You told me it was a special diet for him but now I have suspicions.

And finally, it seems that we have just grown apart and I don't feel that I know you as well as I thought perhaps we can be friends. And as friends go, I was wondering if I could have all my stereo equipment, as well as my dvd's and c.d.'s back. You seemed to accidentily moved them with your belongings.

Please keep in touch,
Sincerely,
Joshua

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okie dai, that is about enough crap to disenchant you for today.