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Sing, formless force within me, a melody deeper than words. Sing strongly yet inaudibly, notes without sound- I shall hear more clearly without my ears as mediator.
Sing of existence, for that is all you really are; Sing of the miracle of consciousness, to ride the winds of time as dust, to, in the ever-advancing present, be.
Sing of love, for it binds you at the seam; Love not as a feeling but a knowing, not of hormone or thought but of deed, sing love that cannot be held in chest or limb or even mind.
Sing, formless force within me, a me

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A Defense of Tired WordsMy love! Although a thousand miles and all my wisdom speak against, I'd spurn all of my common sense and trudge that distance, for your smile.
Ha! Proud and scornful of such verse, I'd thought myself above cliché, an artist in a higher way, yet here I pen that which I cursed.
But if so naturally come clichés to mine and countless other tongues, perhaps some thread between us runs and similar blood runs in our veins;
from every mouth these same words call. Cliché is not, then, lack of art: the common patterns in each heart &n A Defense of Tired Words
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MyopicAn ant ascended the first time from his hole and saw nothing but gray, the earth and its mysteries obscured behind a fog. "Surely my tunnels are all the world," said he, and returned underground, and thought no more of it.
And this is man a hundred fold! This is man, and this is me. I speak of The Big Picture as what I see in a mirror or a microscope; I know only myself and the merest fraction of knowledge there is to be known.
The grand tapestry of plans within plans was not revealed to me, I see one circumstance and declare "life is misery," &n Myopic
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Second DeathThe shock of solitude had finally begun to sink in. Earlier I had looked upon my furniture with no thoughts but "we often sat and talked at that table," or "that was her favorite chair," as though in some way she still lingered in this house, though she had taken her leave of it, and of me. For a time I could not even sleep in my bedroom, knowing my wife and I had lain there, full of joy, and what I'd thought was love. As my mind settled, I moved back in to my room, but a different thought plagued me- "this bed is unutterably empty." At first there was a feeling of haunting togetherness, now, an almost palpable separation. My house was a vacu Second Death
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The History of Forvanskaad: IThe History of Förvanskaad, Part I: The Void, and Creation (-∞ to 0 Y.E.)
The universe began as Své. Své did not create it, but was it, and was the only thing in it; a pure, shapeless, and infinite spirit. Amidst timeless aeons, he was alone with his thoughts, and at some point that cannot be known (for there was no measurement of time at this point) he made a world of his thoughts. Time and matter came into being at once, a dream within Své's mind and yet very real. He made all of himself but his own thoughts separate from the world by a barrier which he called "Sky," and inhabited the dark outer realm. The History of Forvanskaad: I
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Inactivity Apology #9001

Sun Nov 22, 2009, 4:28 PM

Yeah. I haven't been on lately. Those of you who are bothered by that fact will already have noticed.

I hate school x[

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Mood: Irritated
Listening to: Jimmy Eat World - Lucky Denver Mint
Reading: Robert Jordan - The Fires of Heaven
Watching: The Office

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Favourite movie: Lord of the Rings
Favourite band or musician: mewithoutYou, Thrice, Brand New, As Cities Burn, Saetia, Circle Takes the Square, Agalloch, and more
Favourite genre of music: All different kinds of rock and metal. And then random stuff from other genres.
Favourite poet or writer: CS Lewis, TS Eliot, Alfred Tennyson, JRR Tolkien, Orson Scott Card, Frank Herbert, Arthur C Clarke
Favourite style of art: Poetry all the way. I love visual art as well, but can't make it.
Operating System: Vista... bleh.
Favourite game: Both Half-Life games, Morrowind, Star Wars Battlefront, Halo (1), SSBB
Favourite gaming platform: Either Wii, SNES, or PC... too close to call.
Favourite cartoon character: Alphonse Elric
Personal Quote: All my favorites are too long to list here.
Tools of the Trade: Pen, paper, Microsoft Word

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~im-not-good-at-names Nov 11, 2009, 5:50:23 PM

Thank you for participating to help finish: [link] , started by myself and a collaboration of various artists, I never thought this particular poem would get this far.

Once again, thank you for helping to write it and if you agree (along with other writers that helped to complete this piece of literature) I think that this work may officially be finished.

Stop by and tell us what you think? Is it done? Or do you think there is more to be added?

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*frodo-lives Nov 10, 2009, 4:52:43 PM

thanks for the fave on the Earthsea image!

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Still Frodo the wanderer from the Shire would walk there, upon the grass among elanor and niphredil in fair Lothlorien.

*IIIXII Oct 26, 2009, 2:39:35 PM

So how is 18 treating you?

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~Formlessforce Oct 26, 2009, 3:36:40 PM

Pretty awesomely, although nothing's all that different.

I got pulled over by the cops in my last 30 minutes of being a minor, though xP

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*IIIXII Oct 26, 2009, 3:40:15 PM

hahaha. XD

Now that is awesome.

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~Formlessforce Oct 26, 2009, 3:42:15 PM

Yeah. It was just a misunderstanding, and I didn't get in any trouble, but I still got pulled over and then got the record of it erased within 30 minutes xD

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