Arrenze

Christopher-Arren

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Pyscho Analogy by Arrenze, literature

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Pyscho Analogy

Heartburn depression, A pain that's not physical, But irreplaceable, and irresolvable. The words you speak are incomprehensible Invariable, unbearable. And now we fear the teacher. We fear the untrue preacher, And trust none to test us on trust, Because we know of your deceptions The unsuspecting suspicion. I was the learner, I learnt the hard way. Gave my consent, Of what I thought he might have meant, His money being all but spent, And my life on the line, But that was all fine with me. Deception unethics We'll devise a better method To deceive you To lie to you To test if you can come through The statistics say you do

Comfort for tonight by Arrenze, literature

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Comfort for tonight

Comfort for each other, Around me your arms And around you mine To shield us from a world Of hurt and harm. If you'll be my light, Could I be yours? If only sometimes Maybe just half a night Maybe just what's right? Simple life, Like love is here, That keeps us safe From fear, from complex Days and nights And the time, When all stars will shine And the moon be yours Your light be mine There is no sign. For us to know when, Finally we can begin Together she knows Inside there's a place Our love only grows.

Mirror by Arrenze, literature

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Mirror

He looked into the mirror At the face his silhouette But blinded by the light That cast out his shadow He thought of things that were And wished he could forget But could not think of things that are And things still left to happen yet She looked into the mirror The mirror looked at her And saw the perfect girl before Looking into its own eyes She couldn't see the imperfections But only the disguise Couldn't see the truth inside But too clearly see the lies He looked into the mirror And saw the wall returned His aged glasses he would wear Hovering just in mid air Invisible to the world he'd tell, Invisible to himself as w

Encore? by Arrenze, literature

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Encore?

When the sax played, And its melody washed over me, And swished my drink around its glass, Swallowing sorrow of dejection. The degradation and rejection, So blunt against the sharp drinks, That I use to keep it buried deep, Deep where the melody can reach. Ah, and all those things that really Wasn't expected from me. Let the piano man play, I say Because after all, There's someone for everyone isn't there, And my music's just for me. And the sound through my ears, Turned up. And when the sax played, I shivered inside I remember, All those cold nights when the wind blew, And the dark night alone of December. But I worked

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Without You by Arrenze, literature

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Without You

My world has built itself around, A girl my heart has found, A sanctuary inside myself Around myself, I hide myself. Holding what delicate pieces My temple built on sand, Whilst my helplessness increases, It's so hard for you to understand. One movement in the wrong direction, Sends me spiralling round and down, Round and down. Round and down. Round and down. My love forever increases, And it's so hard for you to understand, Whilst I'm spiralling around, My feet, barely off the ground. When I hear your love so preciously, Whispered that it calls for me! Yet and yet and woe and yet, Oh how, oh why, oh how could I forget,

Sea of Sleep by Arrenze, literature

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Sea of Sleep

Walked by the sea, In my dream the other day, Kept my head stayed asleep, Knew no other way. I wanted to jump in, Lose myself and call out, I wanted to forget about waking, I wanted to scream and shout. But I kept my head, And stayed away, From that edge that falls, Falls, to another time of day. I dreamt the other day I waked by the sea. But this time as I lay awake, You were sleeping, there, beside me. I slept the other day. Something not done in months, it seems, I never wanted to wake to the world, Just stay floating in my dreams.

Hitching by Arrenze, literature

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Hitching

I watch them scream past me, Blasting in my face their fowl breath Their stinking black putridity And their flashy lights, the blinding sights, The occasional noise to break the silence Of the nights that they think they possess. But less is the truth, an eye for a tooth They skim past me and oh yes, a curse, A curse on any who ignore my outstretched Fist, shaking in the air – thumb to crown all, Only to fall once again with annoyance, For it is surely most tragic greed, These people feel the urgent need to occupy Every space, every little place, as they Fly forever, speeding by.

Pointless Questions by Arrenze, literature

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Pointless Questions

Everything I ever knew, Will end without my say. All those people without a clue, Will never find their way. Life is pointless without a cause, So why do you still live? Like snow, all will melt even the sun thaws, And what did you ever give? Don't hand out sympathy, As I hang out the window, This is just how life will be, When I jump and go. There are so many pointless questions, Is there a God at all? It doesn't even deserve a mention, As I watch the world. And fall. Will I ever hit the ground? Another stupid flaw, With a creation that was never sound, I hear gravity call. I know in my own heart, The world is hitting me

My Girl by Arrenze, literature

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My Girl

She makes my life bearable, More so, unbelievable, She's absolutely wonderful My girl comes from above. At night I love to listen, To her voice of bliss, an See smooth, gold hair glisten, My girl, she is a dove. The lights, switched to dim, Conceal the fumbling from within, As they lay there, She and Him, Doing things undreamed of… Slender body, beauty hips, Ambrosia for luscious lips, Playing lips to unknown scripts, My girl, I am in love.

She's Fire by Arrenze, literature

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She's Fire

She's Fire Scarlet hot. When is she not? Sweet as ever, tasting always Forbidden hallways. Lips of love, perfect unison of tongue And lip. Tongue. Lip. Always a slide And a slip. A flip, a stroke of her curves, A lick for her nerves, Her bosom rises, To each one of my sensual prizes. Flying fiery strands of gold around, Together we lie amongst the ground, Forever we fly, for we are the ether The rhythm. Our dance to a beat A beat built with instinct, For a language so succinct, Falling over the brink of joy, Falling, moaning, longing for joining, To be everlasting, outlasting.

The Pipe by Arrenze, literature

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The Pipe

There it is. Lying as at it always does upon our kitchen table, like a smug cat with a full stomach, gloating over its recent catch – its recent mess. And smell. My fathers pipe, the most disgusting thing ever to encroach itself on my house. I know I could outstare it if I tried – the grotesque pipe forever watching, laughing as it knows I cannot touch it. I would throw it out of the house once and for all. Taking its disgusting belly, so round, full of an evil ember, away from me for ever. But it knows, oh yes. It understands perfectly how my father would react should I snatch it from its lair. And as if anticipating my thoughts, it

Wondering Whittlings by Arrenze, literature

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Wondering Whittlings

What comes out of the dark Is not disturbing, is what Comes out in the night? When all is dead and never right, Can't you give up the fight? You stake of nature, Mistake of nature, Mother of nature, you're a mistake To make me appear in my room, From the spiralling gloom, As I write this, the moon Shines forth in the sky. But not tonight, There is no light, There is only darkness, And only death. Destruction comes forth , South, west, east, north… You find my witterings, My little wittleings, My spirited tattling, Disturbing, do you not? Or have you forgot, What makes things spin, Spin spin spin spin sin sin sin, Spi

Summoning ..Part One.. by Arrenze, literature

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Summoning ..Part One..

Thrice struck the hammer upon the skin drum Thrice the crow screeched that the death deed had been done. In the grave of the living, the dead walked on, Where the din of the ravens drowns the nightingale song. The cruel priests repeated their chant, Over and over that their wish might be grant, Prowling round a cauldron of fire, The death monks summoned a wish from their sire. The cauldron of flame turned a tinge of red Whilst a fresh bloodied corpse was brought in to be fed. In the grave of the living where the dead sing their song, A demon had left hell and was now shortly gone. As blood spilled into their cauldron of flame, It

The Maiden ..Part Two.. by Arrenze, literature

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The Maiden ..Part Two..

She screamed, her voice piercing the night, Around her the world was far from right, She stumbled and ran, but the flames rose up high She ran on, not wanting to die. And yet as a being rose behind her she knew, That there was no escape from these winds that blew From the deepest darkest caverns, the pit without finish, The abyss, a lovers missed kiss – No hope no desperate wish. 'Keep going, don't stop, don't forget who you are, Think of water, of love, of the brightest star, Never go down, always aim t'wards the skies Don't think of the deceit, the vengeance and lies' And yet the wind blew about her and captured her mind, Until

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Letting Go by Lerianna, literature

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Letting Go

Blue and black were always your weapons of choice-- the most beautiful way to beat my soul and hide the scars from everyone. It's alright now, she told me, Calm down; don't fight now. Jesus preached to turn the other cheek... Drunken nights and empty promises were always your weapons of choice. Oh, how I wish you would truly make me bleed to show the scars to everyone. It's alright now, she told me, Calm down; don't fight now. Jesus preached to turn the other cheek... Daddy, you must have loved your little girl so much. You crushed her wings, blew out her light, broke her heart, and stopped its beating every night bef

Le Lis de la Mort by Lerianna, literature

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Le Lis de la Mort

He painted her world in beautiful colors, [Her life] his canvas, [Her love] his paint… Vibrant shades of red and gold-- golden sunsets against vanilla skies; and soothing ocean lullabies He left his signature in the corner of her heart, written so small the letters flowed through her veins One day she found the canvas blank Her life in shades of endless greys No shades of gold, green, or violet; He erased her world away… Her tears and words were lost forever in the cracks of grey concrete Alone to dry against grey sunlight Buried in the grey underground From her tears grew the lily, [his last mast

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United Kingdom
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Cambridge, UK
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Operating System: XP

Favourite Visual Artist

Thom York

Favourite Movies

Spirited Away (There shoudl be a fave book here so: Across the nightingale floor)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

SethLakeman/Radiohead/ Dire Straits / Muse / Pink Floyd / Steely Dan / Led Zeppelin

Favourite Writers

William Blake

Tools of the Trade

My fingers who type for me. My keyboard who thinks for me. My monitor who see's for me.

Other Interests

Being with lots of friends and the less family the better

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Arrenze

Feb 20, 2007

Almost forgot about this place...

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Arg arg arg arg!  So much horrible, horrible, horrible, awful, nasty, icky, gooey wubbish here!! *sigh* I shall try to put something more worthwhile up here :) ~Chris  M^.^N

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Arrenze

Sep 20, 2006

ooh...?

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I'm now going to start updating some poems with pictures i have that i think suit them.. Gives it more colour.  See Unity

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Arrenze

Sep 14, 2006

A typical way of beginning.

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Ok so i'm typing stuff here because I'm at college and there's nothign to do!  (apart from H'w but shhhhh) and im waiting for maths to begin and this is going to take another 15 minutes.  So i'm outside on the cmoputer updating my journal! Ok, life has changed i have to admit.  And because this is my first ever journal entry i'll start with that; Life. 1) Life 2) I'd say i'm a typical boy whos grown up in a typical world.  And typicaly this is probably not true.  This is typical. 3) If i start talking about the world i wont stop so i wont start. 4) if you read some of my poetry, (which i suppose is why you are reading this,) you'll notic

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HOO HAH.

I have teeth!! Hallelujah!!

Kezzy-In-The-Dark

Jan 3, 2007

Thanks for convincing me to get maself one of these. And meh! for leaving me on msn when i cant sleep. Interesting peoms btw.

Kez x

aff1n1ty

Dec 10, 2006

I haven't said "hey" yet so i figure i must.
But i am lost for what to say...
My lack of imagination fills me with disgust!
Alas i shall have to settle with "how is one?" and "good day!"
Now, i can't saty here gathering dust,
I must be on my way!

Toodles xx