well i guess i truly dont know myself, and how am i supposed to tell you all who i am. i walk through life and do what i feel is needed to be done. after i do everything i start all over again, walking the same lines. my thoughts are always wandering but never cease to find a way back to the same thought just seconds, minutes, hours, or days before. its a neverending process of my imagination, as a train goes from one city to the next but always winding back around to the same old place time after time. one day i hope to break this circle of my life and slip off of the mmolded path i take. till that day comes i continue to walk along my fated circle. its only fated because it fades as i carry on and it just so happens that fate carries me along that path. so help me break the cycle and become a traveler of many places throuhout the mind.
- Last seen on Jul 18 10:50 PM. Member since August 23, 2005.
- I'm a malachite opening poet for 390 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Keep it realife....Dream it.....".
- I am a 21 year old guy from Michigan (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a college student.
- Visit my homepage at www.myspace.com/Fated_Circle
- I have 390 comments, 1 contest, 1 column, 89 poems, 7 stories
My Poetry
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Nothing, nothing / enter a thought, / called nothing / press it in our mind / Nothing, Nothing, Nothing / eventually, thats all / Nothing,18 lines, 6 comments, July 22, 2007. In Thoughts
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Do you watch them? / Screen writ plays. / Though tough to see, / Each of us has, / Our very own movie. / Playing in the background. / Barel
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Higher Than The Cloudy Skies That Can Create Our Endless Imaginations With Its Practical Beauty Drifting Through Spacious Blue Circling Bac0 lines, 3 comments, February 25, 2007
My Stories
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The young boy sat with his head in his hands. Silently sobbing in his empty room. The one lamp that he had lit was casting a low glow across the shadows cover
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The man sat there, peering through the stain-glass window. Inside the church was a glow of light from the candles at the alter. People sat at the benches that exten3152 lines, 4 comments, January 24, 2006. In <200 lines, Spiritual
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The woman sits sipping her coffee, longing for something. The waitress comes by and takes a seat.
"Are you waiting for someone?" the young girl asks.617 lines, 10 comments, December 13, 2005. In <200 lines
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SheistheLorax on July 29, 2006Coffee would be enjoyable. However, it would probably need to wait until I get a car, which would be in November. But maybe we coul keep in touch through e-mail until then. Mine is this: theiceweaselsarecoming@hotmail.com
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NightRavensMuse on March 1, 2006I am loving your poetry, every time I read one, I find that I learn something new...about life, and death, and about hope. I don't quite understand all of the thoughts rushing through my head right now...but I know that I love the way your poetry flows.
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NightRavensMuse on February 1, 2006Well, I decided to say something on your page, because I have nothing to do in class, and I get to sit here, at a computer...so...thank you for commenting on my poetry, I really appreaciate it.
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Amidst my Dreams on January 24, 2006LMAO,
I'm diggin the new motto,
totally.
biatch.
..John..
dont take any guff from those fucking swine.
