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Julie's Song by the-me-effect, literature

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Julie's Song

Julie says the skyline's getting awfully blue. I tell her it's just the colour of my bedroom. The city's not exactly the biggest melting pot of inspiration; It's more of a note, reminding you it's not That it's not all Christmas lights and palm trees. "It's not me," she says. "It's the rest of this dream. The coincidences just seem too deliberate." I tell her that it's Andrew, he's living in my stereo. He's singing about mixed tapes and L.A. Julie says she wants to run away. Julie wants the loft, the address And the amenities: actor and party included. She wants the chopsticks and the star studded pavement. She wants the complica

Viola, Viola, Violin by the-me-effect, literature

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Viola, Viola, Violin

The canvas, 3 by 4, No longer the pristine white it once was Serves as my new Pensieve Immortalizing my thoughts Capturing this moment's musings And so the strokes of the brush paint a picture: A player and his instrument His hand on her neck His instrument, so scarred Is the object of adoration To the hounds who lap up Her hopeless melodies The player himself the apple Of the eyes of the multitude, the throng Considers his instrument unworthy With a casual owner's indifference.

Open Letter by the-me-effect, literature

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Open Letter

This is like 3 card solitaire and TVs over a fireplace. It's a "buy one, free one" promotion. Believe me when I say, I'd still bottle every breath you take So that someday, I can give them back. This is me saying the magic three words To the mirror, like I used to Pretending to see your lips move And form the charismatic smile That still has me glued to it's corners. This is me telling myself it was for your own good. Whispering to my pillow that it's going to be okay. Playing with it's drawstrings like I'd play with your hair. Holding it close, cause I can't stop The trickle of sweat going down my back.

Time Marches On It's Stomach by the-me-effect, literature

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Time Marches On It's Stomach

Time Marches On It's Stomach Shadows of banisters on staircase walls And whispers of love in late night calls The breeze of what must be something more And the fog of closure on childhood lore The craze, the laze and the summer haze She's slowly falling out of pace She's sinking to that familiar place Where the bars of confusion provide an escape The still, silent plea of a pair of doe's eyes And the promise of solace under sweet lies The smoke weaves it's sigils and reels her in It charms her way for her to the end And now in the writing of a shaking hand, Is the only hint of a well laid plan: The detailed record of this exper

If Wishes Were Fishes by the-me-effect, literature

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If Wishes Were Fishes

Only on loneliness does she survive With the dark painted shadows around her eyes She scans the street and tiredly spies Her next victim, her next lull-a-bye "Lull-a-bye, lull-a-bye, sing me to sleep" The only words she has left to speak Her lips, bruised and bitten Her pride cast aside She's simply smitten By the bright blinding lights Only on loneliness does she survive With the dark painted shadows around her eyes She walks to the middle of the streets of our lives And in her heart she carries his time "Lull-a-bye, lull-a-bye, sing me to sleep" And the only words she has left to speak Her lips, bruised and bitten Her pride

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Till The World Caves In by the-me-effect, literature

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Till The World Caves In

I feel the winds around me Blowing through the streets Blowing everyone else on the same road as me And in the confusion of the gusts of change We subconciously dance and we conciously fall In the sweet collision Of chaos and order I feel the waves of calm roling in And in the confusion of the storm of change You pick me up and you say: "Love, where do you go? Stop all your wandering, sit here by me We'll watch the world pass We'll even join in But we'll do it together till the world caves in" And in your embrace I find warmth and love The raindrops of pain, they can't find me here And under the shelter of your sweet guidanc

Happy Bleeding Valentine's by the-me-effect, literature

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Happy Bleeding Valentine's

You've drawn a line in the sand To tell me exactly where I stand You might as well put me in a cage 'Cause in the end, it'll still just be me On my side of the sand And oh, here it comes - the on-rush Of everyone else having another hopeless crush Everyone on your side of the sand Chorus: So I'm taking all of those roses And shoving them down your throat (don't forget to choke) And I'm using those singing greeting cards To wipe that lipstick off your lips (so wipe that smirk off too) And I'm walking right up to your face And screaming: "Happy Bleeding Valentine's" And I hope it makes your day Don't tell me you sympathize 'Cau

I Should Know by the-me-effect, literature

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I Should Know

A smile, a laugh, a faux clam facade I'm just waiting to play my one last card I'm playing the game again I curse under my breath Breathe out another lie Lie my way back into your heart My conscience left me a suicide note She said: "See you, see you in hell" (Chorus) I'm homesick for sanity and barely scraping through I'm caught by the only thing I know how to do I tell myself it's just my imagination I tell myself I should know cause I've got the dangerous kind I think running is my best defence Cause I'm surrounded by things that only make sense To someone else (someone else) I wish to hell I could I could run far enough

Untitled by the-me-effect, literature

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Untitled

The lights woke me up from where I lay Next to you with the bullet in your head My tears and your blood mixed in With the raindrops from the hole in the cieling I kissed you one last time Whispered "Remember, you were mine" I never meant for it to end like this The sirens screamed as I walked away I could almost hear them say "We're here for the one left behind" The rain soaked through my skin to the bone With more than the water alone The thought of the light in your eyes (even under their lids) Leaving like your lies left your lips I couldn't hear a word you were saying Next thing I knew, we were falling We were never meant

After-Effects by the-me-effect, literature

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After-Effects

The footsteps on the sidewalk, they start to fade The steady rhythm of your feet, walking away As the lights on the screen fade into nothing The beeping becomes just one long tone The sunshine's gone and all that's left is the rain Outdoors and internal, both for the pain The "comforting" whispers, they're only temporary But your picture is a permanent scar The silence and staring into thin air Is the after-effect of you not there It's the blank screen that happens to be my head The orchestra on mute that's jamming my brainwaves The silence and staring into thin air Is the after-effect of you The sunshine's gone and all that's l

Stars by the-me-effect, literature

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Stars

I watch the clock Hoping it'll tell me When it's time to stop Staring at the sky Like it's a way to learn What's going on inside your head And in that part Of you that still wonders about The stars And the way they still make you smile(you smile) Our stars They were just across the water But still so far (so far) I don't think wanna burn the bridges down Stains and ripped knees You fall right through them like You're bursting at the seams Doing things you said you'd never do Just so You can start to breathe Without the mask they gave you The stars And the way they still make you smile (you smile) Our stars They were

Prisms by the-me-effect, literature

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Prisms

The roof tiles are burning red The light sets fire to my bed And all at once the loneliness sinks in I lie back with the setting sun And watch as the day comes undone The city sky gets filled up with spotlights Oh, lifeline Where are you? I am drowning In a million shades of blue Oh, lifeline Where are you? You are the trigger to my bullet Orange clouds obscure the stars The dim light picks out the scars Both on my arm and somewhere in my head The floor seems to be just as bright Broken bottles reflect the light I remember other things left broken Oh, lifeline Where are you? I am drowning In a million shades of blue Oh,

The Wanting by the-me-effect, literature

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The Wanting

The dance floor's filling in With laughter and regret The lights dim slowly And the music weaves it's way Their thoughts are locked Their minds are at home Their hearts are on their wrists And the music weaves it's way We are, we are, we are We are the only humanity In a sea of too much trying And is it really my fault If you look so damn beautiful Even if you're broken In the manufactured rain? I, I am watching As their hopes collide The move with the melody And their hearts cover the floors And everybody's waiting For that one desperate moment When lips turn to magnets And their hearts cover the floor We are, we are,

And He Played Upon A Ladle by the-me-effect, literature

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And He Played Upon A Ladle

My footprints on the beach As I shadow your shadow And the last rays of summer Give way to the moon "Will I ever see him again, that man - Aiken Drum?" "Will you ever see the stars again," you reply. "My son?" I slip on velvet sand My feet face the heavens I stare now at the stars And the light of the moon "I see the stars, but no man. That man - Aiken Drum." "It wasn't meant to be," you reply. "My son." I place my own footprints In the reclaimed summer sand I pay my own tribute To the way of the moon "I still see no man. That man - Aiken Drum." Now there is no reply. There is only the sun.

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Malaysia
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Current Residence: Not where I want to be
Favourite genre of music: Something I like to call Poetic Pop/Rock
Favourite cartoon character: I am Weasel
Personal Quote: "And he played upon a ladle"

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atm: larafairie

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As of now: Harry Potter 5

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*ahem* WHAT SHE PROMISED (check them out or die: www.myspace.com/whatshepromised), Jack Johnson

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Frank Herbert, W. H. Auden

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the-me-effect

Aug 21, 2007

Rant: Read at own risk.

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Fine. Just FINE. Pretend I don't care. Go on, pride yourself on it. Tell yourself: ALLY DOESN'T CARE. It's not like I've done ANYTHING to prove you wrong, right? It's not like I've held you, tried to comfort you, tried to cheer your up, tried to show you in every way possible that I care. No, none of that. None at all. Go ahead, go tell her everything. Spill to everyone else. Leave me. It's not like I haven't literally given you everything. And if you can't see the sarcasm dripping off of this, you're blind. I've been through hell, almost literally for this and this is what I get? Being snubbed for Scrubs? Being ignored after showering eve

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the-me-effect

Aug 17, 2007

Update

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Alright, everyone. As you've probably noticed, I've just done a load of updating because I realize I've pretty much neglected this account. I've just had a major life overhaul. I've been forced to redefine and restructure the one thing that really matters to me and the one thing that's really keeping me going. I've had to stay up nights wondering why the hell I'm still here. Late night wake ups are the worst time to do any important thinking because they so often leave you bad answers. I guess I'm just in shock about everything. I'm trying to deal with it and wrestle it into submission, but my mind's just trying to tuck it into a little cor

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Nov 2, 2006

When I see you...

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Ever had one of those days when you're disgusted with yourself beyond belief? I'm drowning myself in the insanity that is my jealousy, fear, loneliness and longing. I'm depressing myself. Yes, I am. "How?" you ask? Simple: - Listening to: a) Alive With The Glory Of Love - Say Anything                      b) I Caught Fire - The Used - Watching The Nightmare Before Christmas for the 7th time. Although it's not very depressing. - Bitching and moaning. Am I ever good at anything else these days? - Being me. Yes, I am depressing. Wahoo. Me being so stupid might have something to do with Cooper spending his first night out of his cage