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Weatheritstorm is from leadville/ colorado, US

He registered on 2009-11-10 at 10:45:27, last logged in on 2010-06-04 at 16:48:39 and was last active on 2010-07-10 at 10:26:00
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i write, i sing, i act, i love, i hate i live :) hit me up with suggestions and comments, they are always appreciated



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Comment By DanRayM on 2010-06-23 at 23:47:53
You have a poetic gift, man. I hope you cultivate it.

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Newest Poem

Cries in the Dark


Sitting with my back against the wall, knees pressed tightly to my chest.
The cold, damp dark envelopes my senses, and there is no peace...
and there is no light...
and there is no life...
Only the cold, damp dark...
It envelopes my senses...
In the black I see only a faint reflection of his eyes.
Though i cannot glimpse them fully, I can hear his short, quickening breaths.
I do not hear them and hope for his survival...
I only thank god,
for their disturbing comfort.
The sound of them lets me know, 
I am not dead yet...
It must have been weeks by now, sitting here in this dark...
My skin is shivering...
I can't remember when it last was still...
Still...
Still, I hear his breathing, my brittle companion in the dark...
I told him we should have gone back while we still could...
His breathing is rapid now, anticipating...
My breath is slowing now, fearing this lonesome dark...
He is choking on his mucus, I can hear the groaning and gurgling,
as his throat closes in on itself, I hear his last grasp at life...
and I hear him slump to the ground...
and I weep for him...
and I weep for my loneliness...
and I weep for the dark to turn to light...
and I sit in this grim daze, awaiting my fate, awaiting the grip of my god...
and for that, I beg...
and for my friend, I weep...
and for myself, I cant help but laugh...
Wouldn't it be a wonderful thing, to die to the sound of laughter instead of tears...
I hope my humor lasts that long...
 


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