BrokenFrailty

Julie Schaffer

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The Key to World Peace by BrokenFrailty, literature

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The Key to World Peace

I wish the golden rule was made into a law and dependability was a way of life I wish people were not forgotten and kindness was on the forefront Good deeds never went unnoticed and there was always a helping hand I wish people could love people for being people no matter what ‘people’ that may be And ignorance was a memory almost forgotten from society I wish everyone would open their eyes and value the individual they see I wish all people, no matter what race, religion, or sexuality, had the same opportunity I wish we could all feel the words that we say the actions we do the things we forget Most of all, I

Let It Burn by BrokenFrailty, literature

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Let It Burn

I count down these last days With songs of searing tears They burn my face As they fall from my hollow eyes Waiting Wondering Do you love me? I lose my thoughts As I fall back into the flames They wrap their melting arms and legs Around my vapid body My heart painfully crushes and fades And all I'm left with, A vision of you Nothing else matters now You're a thorn inside of me …Let it burn… I can taste How bitter I've become …Let it burn…

The Race by BrokenFrailty, literature

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The Race

My heart breaks inside my chest So many tears cause such unrest I don't know how to make this right I don't know how to stop this fight I'd give my life for just one breath I'd sacrifice it all For your happiness I want us to be forever and a day But, for some reason, can't find the way To stop these tears To stop these fights Over the years It ends tonight I want you to know I love you so much I'd give my all For just one touch Just one sweet kiss Just one deep look But time has come To close this book So goodbye my love Goodbye sweet face The time has come To end this race

Slithering Strife by BrokenFrailty, literature

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Slithering Strife

sleepless nights spent alone wondering how I'll make it whole these thoughts slither through my head like snakes round and round their display cage tangled up and furious these long black snakes are deadly they'll stare you down with their deep red eyes they'll search your soul then skin you alive I hate my snakes but I can't let them go they slither around with all they know and taunt me bite me break my soul my wretched pain you'll never know these snakes are on display but I can't let them out because their deep dark desires you can't know about for they'll exit my head and then enter yours they'll ruin your

Crack Your Mask by BrokenFrailty, literature

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Crack Your Mask

oh, beautiful ballerina, tell me your thoughts and dreams your fluid motions have mezmerized me your perfect dance brought me to my knees Oh, sweet, sweet ballerina, why do you wear a mask? your white face it scares me your black eyes so empty I watch your face hide but your body talks soft and graceful perfection minute by minute day by day time trickles past and so do you the same dance over and over hypnotizing but you fade away as my eyes close all I can see is black I fight to see more but my eyes fight back visions of you flow through the emptiness and finally my eyes release me from this nightmare I see

No.More.Tears by BrokenFrailty, literature

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No.More.Tears

A ghost of a soul, So edgily drawn… Black mascara runs down her face. Her pale skin, Grows gaunter still, With every salty tear she tastes. Her head, she hangs, Her eyes look down, You seem to pass her over and by. Nobody notices, Nobody still, Can see her alone, when she cries. A silent character, A pleading stare, A girl so little you can erase. Nobody notices, Nobody cares, Nobody looks into her face. Nobody sees the pain she feels, Nobody sees the sorrow she hides. Nobody truly sees inside. Nobody even tries to heal, Alone she cries on top of her bed. An ocean of tears she has belied. She's slowly drowning, She do

Cute.Little.Wife by BrokenFrailty, literature

Weak.Strong.Salvation by BrokenFrailty, literature

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Weak.Strong.Salvation

The clock is crawling, Dragging itself across the floor. Bleeding, Broken, Never ending ringing. More…No more. The time doth beat me, and alone stand I. Surrounded all, By lights and buzz, No more! will I cry. I turn my face to Heaven, The bleeding clock is in my hand. I offer it up to God; My one true love, My sea, my land. So I surrender it all to you, The clock cradled close, Me huddled on the ground. I'm drowning in it's deep, black blood. My weakness, I have found. But strength I've found also, In your warm, smiling face. In your bleeding heart, And your bleeding body. My shining face, I raise…

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I'm a 22 year old nursing student, currently living in North Vancouver. I don't get on here much, but when I do I love browsing mixed media art/foundational concept art. I also love reading poetry, and I write in my spare time. I have a small amount of my collection on here. Feel free to drop me a line with questions, comments, etc...I'd be happy to chat!

Current Residence: North Vancouver
Favourite genre of music: Synthpop
Favourite style of art: Mixed media
Operating System: Windows XP
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Wallpaper of choice: Postsecret postcard...change it every week
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Personal Quote: Carpe Diem

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Metric

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Aravind Adiga is doing me well at the moment

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Crib or Rummy

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BrokenFrailty

May 3, 2009

sing out, sing out

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I am a very different person than I was a year ago. Very different indeed. My heart is bigger, but more cautious; my knowledge is more vast, but not as easy to grasp; my love is redirected, and growing every day; my god is a distant memory that I'm not sure I'll ever grasp again. My family, my friends, my entire concept of life has changed like the course of the sun. It feels like something so big and out of my control, but so wonderful and secure...I want to wrap myself in this feeling of contentedness with how life is developing. I feel more able to ingest and decipher life - in being more critical and balanced about my thoughts and decisio