

An AnnouncementScene 1:An Announcement
A dark stage, hushed whispers fluctuate amongst the audience, first a murmur until they become impatient. They have waited in these seats, in this dimly lit hall for years. There is no move from behind the curtain, there have been no announcements. There is nothing. The murmurs grow. Whispers become inaudible chatter, that rises to a what is at first a strained voice that seem alive,
The sound pulling with ethereal limbs out of the throats of being, to become great echoing shouts of intolerance, until there is naught but a
Righteous cacophony of sound unlike anything that which has e


a song for sanityIt's been blown again like a light with out fuses its dark in between story-tellers without muses and I'm going out tonight singing the same song that whispers of you that i've sung all along about autumn that passes and winter that warms leaves shifting hasty amidst the last summer storm and being lost in all the places I know I belong.a song for sanity
its hard to forget and harder to believe that seasons come and go and that hearts can still bleed but with a patchwork cloak and a word to the wise i walk out of this world


For the fansto the fans from which the chill wind blows give up the knowledge and let it go to the streets on which i step thanks for being sturdy and cleanly swept to the heavens that i curse thanks for being accepting of this hurt and to you only kind words harshly spoken with your help I've finally woken just remember the last thing you said the thing i had to know the knowledge that these fans like to blow the word thats written on the street the truth from cruel to meek "Love comes again" and even if you can't accFor the fans


The sound that will get you. .It's the usual scene this boy, his hoodie and a beat machine the feet are walkingThe sound that will get you. .
stepping fast the hands in the pockets and its after dark the light of the city spreads luminescence through dark alleyways like your evanescence his heart is beating
like a drum machine the thoughts of the day are being wiped clean
Its a chance, and baby its a prayer its the long walk home it's a strangers stare Its a song, darling, it's raising hair this chill down your spine is an intention to bare.
A cop dri


Recipe for Bad PoetryHow to Write Bad Poetry:Recipe for Bad Poetry
Start with: SCISSORS
Scissors are very good cutting your prose into pieces (as well as fending off mobs of real poets).
It works better if you start with


Remember Your MuseSorrow is but your only muse And mine has just now past I saw in the dark of your eyes The place where you hurt mostRemember Your Muse
Yet I still walked from it Still ran far
Here in this war Over on the side It makes me realize It was all in the eyes The water ran down The music came fast I watched you sit there
Not to relax
I saw the pens movements I watched the note being written I saw the look in your eye I was unforgiven
The past is the past Ive stopped looking back Ive told all the stories  
Levitationism
you should write to it.
Beijing Welcomes You
北京欢迎你:)
link of youtube
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B. Sting.
~xXx~
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gamble everything for love
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I wish I had all the world to write, instead of just having all the world.
i tried calling you the other day.
are you still in china? i'll be in
darwin in the new year if you
wanna catch up?
your email dont work anymore u_u
miss ya!
mel
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I wish I had all the world to write, instead of just having all the world.
town for christmas?
or still in china? i havent
heard from you since
the casino! guh! where
have you been?
ohkay, well take care.
i'm in darwin til' the
27th of dec.
mel
your password! what's
your address again?
hope christmas in
china
is lots of fun! yay!
hee hee hee
get outta the gutter , man.
do some more writing.
i've yet to read
"is n a noun".
seeya round im.
mel
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