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Baker Bakerby ~Eleanrora
So many facesSo many facesSo many faces
I have many faces Just like you
One for the mass It’s warm, but empty It’s for daily use, but wears out quickly
One for them above me Pleasant and a suck-up I hate, but can’t seem to be able to change the scarlet cup
One for them under me Eminent and fearless Not like me, but necessary for people’s hopes
One for my friends Each separate one different One more favourite by me, and more content
One for strangers A soft smile, silent and hopeful One often by receivers fo
by ~Eleanrora
A photographA photographA photograph
Why do we feel the strange urge to freeze every frame? Is it our way of telling everyone what happened to us? To cover or reveal the shame
Because otherwise we can never show the images in our head But the images can never fully express your December
The feelings that come with the visions The song that enters your mind the moment you remember
Why can’t we show people the images
Why is it that our thoughts stay hidden from people we want to show? And why does your mind seem to stand wide open
With the thoughts you don’t want them
by ~Eleanrora
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The Sparrow And The EagleMy eyes have seen such wonder. Across this land that I have flown. But one memory holds my heart. Above all others I've been shown.The Sparrow And The Eagle
For I am but a simple sparrow. Not majestic or profound. I simply share my merry song. With all that walk upon the ground.
And one day lost in my flight. I became caught in natures grip. Mighty talons took me high. I was afraid that I might slip.
For a great bird flew above me. She had taken me off guard. I was doomed to be her meal. This realisation hit me hard.
But when she gently put me d
by ~The-Errant-Bard
JudgementWho are you to tell me. That the path I choose is wrong. That the throne in which you sit. To you and you alone belongs.Judgement
And who are you to judge me. If I should take it for my own. To punish my rebellion. And demand that I atone.
Am I cast into the fire. Because I see what others can't.
Defiant of the masses. And the god to which they chant.
Why should you be the master. And every one of us a slave. Why should the word betrayer. Be the one to mark my grave.
Is it for me your children suffer.
Simply for they have
by ~The-Errant-Bard
Soft SpotThere is a place between My body and my mind It’s littered with false hopes And dreams I’ve left behind Its walls protect me from the darkness of mankindSoft Spot
There is a place for me A place I go to hide It’s my little secret Buried deep down inside And on an altar rests the piece of me that died
There is a window here To watch the skies of blue Tumble with the storm clouds And shuffle out of view Within this place of mine I’ll save a spot for you
by ~VeiledVeracity
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- Current Residence: Sleeping with butterflies
- Interests: Drawing, painting, writing, playing guitar, music, games
- Favourite movie: Artificial Intelligence, Donnie Darko
- Favourite band or musician: Tori Amos, Flight of the Conchords, Portishead, Apocalyptica, Smashing Pumpkins, Korpiklaani
- Favourite genre of music: Experimental, metal, folk
- Favourite poet or writer: My brother, Shakespeare, Raymond E. Feist
- Favourite photographer: Autumngirl
- Favourite style of art: Fantasy, or things that have a deeper meaning
- MP3 player of choice: iPod, but since I don't have money for that I'll stick with the iPod wannabe that I have
- Wallpaper of choice: Maybe someday something I made myself
- Favourite game: Final Fantasy VII
- Favourite cartoon character: Roodhaar
- Personal Quote: I salute you, with a frown on my ass.
- Tools of the Trade: The Computer, the Pen and the Crappy Camera
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