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Name: Ivan
Country: United States
State: New York
Metro: Utica
Birthday: 4/9/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Random Stupidity
BMX (sometimes)
Paintball (sometimes)
Music
Computers
Artisitic expression
Expertise: Digital Art
Anything hand drawn
Webdesign i guess
I can sort of write
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Media
Message: message me
AIM:  Arrowtothethroat
MSN: clanfka@gmail.com
Member Since:
2/7/2006
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| I feel like rain
the soft drop
and rolling clamour
thunder in the distance
mist is clouding lightning
so quiet here
you can just drop the ambience
and fall to silence
and watch
as the water hugs the stones
at your toes
and loves you with a chill
all it asks for are your tears
just a little push
a little help
so it can see you again sometime. | | |
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I feel like rain
the soft drop
and rolling clamour
thunder in the distance
mist is clouding lightning
so quiet here
you can just drop the ambience
and fall to silence
and watch
as the water hugs the stones
at your toes
and loves you with a chill
all it asks for are your tears
just a little push
a little help
so it can see you again sometime. | | |
| I want to fail,
no time to bother.
Stop trying,
because i wont try harder
maybe i want to be asked whats wrong with me?
why not do it and get it overwith
even though its easy
i feel like being lazy
theres nothing left but too many maybes
seeking shelter on a night like this
hiding in the shadows
completely motionless
i feel derpived and betrayed sideways
its not my fault but it still is somehow
so dont even try
i wont try harder
feel like failing so i wont even bother
to tell you the truth
of how i felt
you're happy somewhere and all i want to do is melt.
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| Why do this to yourself?
Cant you see im just fine?
Time ticking away,
on a clock thats not mine.
Holding closer your hips,
as i hang on your lips.
Nothing for you today,
holding tighter my hand,
but i meant it anyway.
We'll get through this alright,
nothin left to forget,
nothing left to fight (about).
But why do this to yourself?
Cant you see im just fine?
Nothing left here to hurt,
nothing left to make wrong.
And im feeling alright,
even though im still sad,
that im mising you now,
Counting weekends and days.
you're one i dont want to get over.
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| Experienceing something new,
she said id be a club boy,
and she was right.
Flowwing through me like solid mist,
bashing against me harder than a river
vibration at the drums
steady
steady now
heart beat
drumline
so fast
not faster enough
next song
faster
and faster
until it all blurrs into one solid tone
so slow yet laming not one bit
its like making love to music
it holds you in while all you want is speed
and it gives it to you
i am paris,
i am the pradu republic
i am the PRC
i am america
i am canada
i am england
i am circum navigation
on a cheeba pet
race me if you want.
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