Empty Walls

[Echoed]

[font=Arial]We'll be running in circles until we die, and live again. Each age will be another rebirth and each fall will be another chance to fly. Nothing lingers upon my fingers but the dreams of my screams and broken bones of shattered stones. But all I need to do is stuff my hands in my pockets and it all goes away. I will always know nothing by my own doing, and it won't matter now, but it will later. Just like the now seems so useless, but only the later will tell of its importance. Moments are defined by memory, memory is subjective, subjectivity is the root of human perception, perception is but a dream. And a dream is how we fly. I'll make you electric wings, and we'll walk on neon clouds, so you can tell me nothing and everything you ever wanted for someone to hear. Let's play on. I'm still singing zephyrs to sleep.[/font]

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Psh. Nonsense. Short'n'sweet. It doesn't need to be long to make an impact. You're doin' great, man. (You can still join in any time you like, Goku. Lol.)

~Echo.

[Ranko]

[font=arial]
Run and run, but never turn to look fordward. Blinded past, bundled future. Life is a gift, cherish those hazed memories. Look ahead only to see nothing. Look back only to see fog, where a lone shadow wallows, consumed by the smoke, not the fire. Detach, unbind, drag the waters... dreams long since forgotten. Run and run, unknown paths, landscape over destination. Day by day. Just let time slip past your grip. A fugitive not allowed to give.

Can you see, it's so pathetic.
Certainly, it's just an addict.

Find yourself surounded by smiles and love. Feel the cold that emanates from your heart, burning inside. Read ahead. Discover minds. See all the pain you caused, behind a thick coloured glass of hope. Feel unable to feel. Drown in sorrow. Hang on the paradox. Run and run, let time pass by. Taint yourself. If you're lucky, or not so, you'll have done it so many times, it won't wear off.

There's only me to save me from myself.
That's the mean I choosed for myself.

Run along this path that leads nowhere. It should be somewhere, but seemingly forgot. Hidden places, bad habits. Easy use. Tomorrow will be another day, don't get stuck in the past. Easy lie. Walk step after step, cautiously, carelessly. Bury your life underneath countless layers of pointless repetitions. Bring yourself down, your'e pretty good at that. Just, fear life.

Now I understand the power of cold blood.
Now I know nothing is all I've understood.

... and im just a child underneath, it's for everyone to see.[/font]




That thext avobe should qualify as creative thinking. Or something. Lol. Oh well. ^^;

Wonderful piece of yours. ^_^ Yo goku, write something or i won't play chess again with you. Lol. j/k

[Echoed]

[font=Arial]And sometimes, I just want to let my shoulders drop, and curl up in a little corner of the house. A little corner all to myself. Curl up and let my skin shed away the dust and mud that I'd gotten all over myself while I had been running through the fields to catch a star. A red star that only came every blue moon. Every skipped month, every repeated minute.

Wake up, get dressed, hop on a ride, tire your days away. What child am I? A wanton girl, that misses the days of swingsets and slides. I've never had any, so I get to pretend that I do now. I'm suffering from holding up my world in this neat little package behind a big red bow.

How about that... my fingers are jagged from too many collisions with the wall.

How about that... I'm bleeding silence with these dead eyes of mine.

How about that... the night is painting sadness on my lips that refuse to frown.

It's the melancholy of the smile that captivates me. It's the waltz that I wanted to dance down the hall that keeps me wondering when I'll ever live.

But.

I'm unheeded. I'm unneeded.[/font]

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Well, that was horridly bad. Lol. But that's all my brain can create right at this particular moment. ^_^' Meep.

Your pieces are getting better. Mine are progressively getting crappier. LOL.

~Echo.

[Ranko]

[font=arial]I don't understand how you can stand it.
It's easy. Nothing can be done against it.
Yes, but still ... it's just not fair.
I know, but they won't take me down.

How about this... the wall is jagged from too many collisions with your fingers.

I won't get it unless you tell me more.
But I don't have anything else to say.
I thought you wanted to be heard.
I'm heard, just not listened at.

How about this... silence bleeds with those dead eyes of yours.

Don't leave me wondering ....
I have to go now. Talk to you tomorrow..
But you know I'm leaving this evening ....
Oh, forgot. Too bad. C'est la vie.

How about this... the night is painting frowns on your lips that refuse to sadden.

*****

But, they want you near.
But, you're not they fear.
But, they feel your tear.
But, you alone can bear.

"I don't know how can't you love yourself."[/font]




Your's crappy? Lol. Just look at mine's... ^^; I'm definitely suffering from writer's block... Yay. That means at least I'm a writer. Lol.

Thanks for saying my pieces are getting better... ^_^ i can't really judge. But i have an excelent teacher. Sort of. Lol. I know there are still lots of spelling errors and such tho.

[Echoed]

15th of January 2002

[font=Arial]She sits on swing-sets with dark dancing eyes,
Preying on their smiles and sweet little lies.
Fingers in her lap, bare feet just swaying,
While she hums of them and thinks of playing.

Denim-colored pants and chains at her waist,
She's smiling secrets, giving them a taste.
Cheek against the steel of that tiny swing,
She's hissed her kindness when they would not sing.

"I'm not one to lie," she coyly proclaims.
She's well versed in these, their clever mind games.
"I remain the same; you see as you please."
They are their own fame and always on their knees.

She laughs at nightfall, though her shade remains.
She bathes in rainfall that mars her in stains.
"Tomorrow, I'll smile," she calmly murmurs,
As she keeps at bay her weak heart's tremors.

"Swing higher, higher! And up to the sky!
Way up in the clouds, I won't ever die..."[/font]

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I thought it applied as a suitable response. Lol. I'm resorting to oooold material to save my mind the embarrassment of having nothing to produce. LOL.

Teacher. Hee. You're doing great. ^_~

~Echo.

[Ranko]

[font=arial]
"Would you like to have a talk?"
No. [I'm dying to confide]
"Could we rather have a walk?
No. [Please let me hide]

"Aren't you looking a bit pale?"
No. [Don't start saying that]
"Your body is trembling as well."
No. [Don't make me feel sad]

"Your throat sounds sort of tight ..."
... [I haven't talked for too long]
"Are you sure you are alright?"
Yes. [Please just leave me alone]

"Would you like to have some water?"
Yes. [I can't stand it when you beg]
"Now, are you feeling better?"
Yes. [It would happen if you left]
[/font]

What you see is what you get, nothing more, nothing less.
You just can't see it all. If at all.




Not fair... ^^; Seeing that there's nothing that can save my mind from the embarrassement of not being able to produce a thing, I had to write something. Lol. Oh well.

[Ranko]

edited

[Echoed]

in what i don't say
it's when i don't play
when the skies are gray
with dreams of today
touched by hands of clay
that won't ever pray

[font=Arial]I'm not broken,
I'm not choking.
I'm a token,
I'm just soaking,
In these bright stars,
In my night scars.
Illusions mar,
Illumine far.[/font]

[font=Times New Roman]Ain't theh nothin' wrong, doll?
Just waitin' fer a call...

Waitin' fer nothin' at all.[/font]

In my head,
In my head,
I am dead,
I am dead.

In my bed,
In my bed,
It was red,
It was red.

[font=MS Sans Serif]So I'm walking away. Are you coming along?
The roads are lonely. I've been here too long.[/font]

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I needs me some more inspiration. Lol. I'm beginning to get real craaaaappy. Meep.

~Echo.

[Ranko]

I'm a nomad of the wired, I'm a soul for hire, I'm a gun unfired, and I feel so tired ... I just wander around, wherever I go is bound to take a deep wound or to feel safe and sound. I don't want trouble, I don't want pain, yet it seems to double, it seems to gain. But I also bring joy, I'm not a decoy, I'm just another toy, I'm just a silly boy. [font=arial]

You're not wrong, you can block. You're strong, but I'm not. So you see, I'm no one, I'm just me, I just want. I'm for you, in your mind, yours to use, I don't mind. [/font]


So.

Lets hit the road.
Lets laugh a little.

But.

This time,
no secrets,
this rhyme,
no regrets.






Er.. well, yeah. That and the PM i sent you. Lol.