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As Blue As The Sky by vansen, literature

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As Blue As The Sky

"This city is gold," said the prophet, To the young, As he stood on his hill, In the blazing sun, "This city is ours" "By right", he said. "Where we'll live out our lives, And sleep when we're dead." Our prophet stood tall, With the wind in his eyes, He shook his gnarled fist, And told us more lies. "We fight or we die!" "For honour! For love!" His mad eyes shone blue, Like the heavens above. And fools we were; All bold, all meek, What fools we became; When we heard the man speak. And fight, we did, Great battles were fought- Where the waves of our hate, Beat the city walls, The summer's sun set, And still we fought o

Upon The Strand by vansen, literature

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Upon The Strand

On Summer's golden stretch of sand, By waves that seek to reach the soil, 'Neath sun that shines to light the land, I stroll on down the strand. On Summer's day, the air so thick, From factory fume and oil slick, With noise so loud from miner's pick, We smell not the scent of flowers' mix. Since Peter's dance above the coal, A way of life is all but lost, Money is the only goal, In a home set grey by winter's frost. With hope that seeks to shred the hate, Of a world caught up in the winner's race- A world with an automated, soul-less face, We love and labour on. Though months and years the fight has raged, Clean again the Isl

Spires by vansen, literature

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Spires

Tonight we will ride, We'll dash through the forests, We'll speed by the trees, We'll run through the fires, With Hell on our heels. Tonight we will fly, Past Spire's steep rooftops, In love with the height Then speed down past streetlamps, And be lost in the night. Tonight we won't die, The rooftops are burning, The streets are alight Steel meets steel, And screams break the night. Tonight is the night, The melee seems endless, Both sides hear the call, To lay down their swords, And come to Death's hall, Tonight we will fight, We'll fight through the water, We'll fight to the shore, Though Spire's still burning, Sword

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This Is Decay by vansen, literature

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This Is Decay

This is decay, As consciousness slips, As mind starts to fray, We take one more sip, At the end of the day, There's a coldness that grips, As the sky turns grey, The addicts fall down, This is decay. In carparks, on bridges, Where dealers play, The air turns frigid, At the end of the day, The addicts, eyes misted, Find they can't pay, With life on the dole, This is decay. With dirt in her hair, Her thoughts gone astray, There's smoke in the air, At the end of the day, She's too stoned to care, 'Bout the price she will pay, When her lungs start collapsing, This is decay.

Moments of Clarity by vansen, literature

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Moments of Clarity

It's these simple things that make you happy. Well, not simple, small and not easily noticed. There is happiness that is brought by something mundane. And then there is the happiness from something more profound. It lasts just a second. It's one moment of sheer beauty. The knowledge of the way the universe works. And then it's gone. Leaving the most intense sadness conceivable. And it's for these moments I live. For the single, separate instances where the world is unfolded. Those holy moments when all is evident to those who look. These moments of clarity. You find them at the strangest times, when something happens that can only be

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Crosshairs by vansen, literature

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Crosshairs

I am lying down now, In the cold and the rain, Looking at the world through my rifle's scope, Watching yet more life spill down onto the naked snow, Again and again, The rifle bucks against my shoulder, Again and again, I am forced to take another life. "You are doing this for your country, you should be proud" Proud of what, I ask? "Proud of draining a mans blood into the sand, Proud of grinding a community under your iron heel." Proud of being like a playground bully, The strongest will win, The philosophy forces itself into my brain, My mind weeps at what I have become, Breathing air and emitting bullets, My comrades besi

500 Festering Children by vansen, literature

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500 Festering Children

I wander in the darkness, I sleep on wood and stone, My friends are all around me, But I know now I'm alone. My pain is never-ending, I love the life I've lost, As the western world collapses, I need what I miss most. I need to feel the rain again, Now I'm trapped in this concrete shell, I need to know I'm safe again, I'll get out of this AK hell. As I ride this nightmare solo, I wonder, watch and wait, Will the Russians rescue me? Or will they be too late? So, will 'The West' notice this? Will they turn a blind eye? I know now that 'they're talking', While I sit and slowly die. My captors now talk loudly, Of the golden g

Whisper Me Security by vansen, literature

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Whisper Me Security

"I know it might not seem like it now, but I really love her, me and her used to be so close. We still are, but she hurts herself and we both know she shouldn't" "What does she do?" "She hurts herself, as in, she knows someone doesn't like her, so she goes ahead and tries to *Ahem* "Get with" them" "It must be difficult though, to have her friends happy and not her." "Yeah I guess, but the thing is, when she gets rejected, she harms herself" "Ah..." "Y'know, I can remember, one night, she was staying over here, we both got completely ratted. We were having a great time until we started talking about love. She was miserable then and dran

Her face in the Candlelight by vansen, literature

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Her face in the Candlelight

Don't take the beauty out of my sunrise, Don't take the warmth out of the light, Don't take the life out of this candle, Don't take the lust out of this night. Don't take the beauty out of this maiden, Or the love she willingly gives, And don't take away her willingness, To improve the life she lives. Don't take away this girl's innocence, Don't use her, nor cast her out, Don't take away this girl's happiness, To replace it with fear and doubt. I won't let you take the mirth from her laughter, Nor the glint in her eye when she smiles, I won't let you pervert her ideals, And I won't let you fill her with lies. I won't let you p

This Fair Madness by vansen, literature

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This Fair Madness

Now that I once again have dominion of my mind, I would explain to you the madness that has been affecting me lately. It is a fever, of sorts, and inside this fever, a demon glows, tearing into my thoughts and clouding my consience. It's like having a child tugging at your trouser leg constantly. Or maybe it's more like having sin itself shredding you with it's petty worries, it's incessant nagging and the whispered daggers it curses you with. This little wretch that now seems to inhabit my mind has been lingering in my thoughts for weeks. Only when he feels turmoil is necessary does he bubble to the surface and stain my character with his

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lust. by flamedivoryrose, literature

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lust.

She strode up to him, her eyes fiery and her sweet scent of perfume trailed behind her. Pure lust raged through her body as she slid her hand fluidly around his neck and pressed her lips gently on his. His hands were held midair around her in surprise. She pulled her lips inches away for a moment, and looked up to his surprised bright blue eyes. Blinking in surprise, his hands wrapped around her, pulling her into sweet embrace. The warmth of his body lit her skin in a tingly blaze, their lips meeting in hungry lust. She opened her eyes, sweet and brown, hoping to know it wasn't too good to be true, but only seeing the moonlight dance between

camomile by teachild, literature

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camomile

camomile smells of old times and oatmeal safety and the bleak life we led through the deserted streets of those wet days. a million thankyous passed our lips between the offerings discussions which my mind could only barely wrap around, but knew were more than I might want. wet smells fill my ears and I think that I will suffer through them once more, for you and your trust in all things good and noble

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Her face in the Candlelight by vansen, literature

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Current Residence: Cardiff, Wales
Favourite genre of music: EVERYTHING 8D I realise that's not helpful, but seriously.
Favourite style of art: Anything by Muschu
Operating System: XP
MP3 player of choice: Be hardcore, write CDs
Personal Quote: We would lay the black flag down for the world to sleep on, if we only had the means.

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Rubbing your face against a piece of paper and scanning the results.

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Art. All of it. Just not modern art.

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vansen

Jan 8, 2008

Eys

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Just realised that I really don't use this journal as a journal, so I may as well use this as an introduction to me page. 'Suup, I'm Vixen. A lot of the older stuff in my gallery is dire, some of it's decent, but a fair bit's dire. I write poetry and prose mostly, though I do an image now and again. If you read me work, you'll likely work out my politics, especially if you read my latest work, Tags (as of Jan 08). If you read Tags and still can't work out my politics, you'll make me giggle ;] Please feel free to leave me any shade of comment you can think of <3 Cheers.

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vansen

Aug 26, 2007

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Clearly, VGM is the only person who likes me on this website <3 AWRIGH' LET'S GO  >: | *Duh du-nuh duh-nuh, duh-nuh nuh-nuh* Ushaaarrrrrhhh Anyway. 1. post these rules 2. each person tagged must post 8 random facts about themselves 3. tags should write a journal of these facts 4. at the end of the post 8 more bloggers are tagged and named 5. go to their page and leave a comment telling them they're tagged 1. I'm usually more proud of the city I'm from (cardiff) than the country, though I'd rather be from Wales than anywhere else  |D 2. Despite my name and the various misleading avatars I use, I'm not female, a furry or the anti-

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vansen

Jun 4, 2007

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Fuck me.. The designers this year were worse than the designers last year. And they were fucking terrible. =/

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6FM

Mar 17, 2008

Hello...
Thanx 4 d watch

No worries

Thanks for the Welcome

vansen

Jan 30, 2008

No problem whatsoever.

thePORTRAITofAlady

Sep 2, 2007

Hello person who already has tons of people watching him because of the sheer genius in his prose. Sad how the more people who watch your page, the more people are attracted to your work. A bit terrible. The masses, and how they flock. What lame unoriginal people!

Ps. I'm watching you. Hope you don't mind.

justplainweird

Sep 12, 2007

addy you're so funny....oh and by the way, call me. at my home phone, please....hehehe......we need to get together!!!!

thePORTRAITofAlady

Sep 13, 2007

Do you realize that you are sending me personal messages on someone else's page?

Hahaha!