There can be...

[Hannibal]

There are those that go to serve,
As to the public, by means of communication,
When it breaks down,
yes a communication break down of song,
Word, voice!, COMMUNICATION!

but the break down is crucial to the element of beauty.
It is/can be a beautifull thing to see such corruption at work,
Breaking down,

Wondering aloud in mixed review,
The eyes stare wide eyed and fearfull,
Harsh and condemning,
But no one cares,
because you are,
BROKEN DOWN.

In the essence of a skilled laborer,
One can work to create a utopia,
A chaotic, beautifull breakdown,
of seed, from feelings of angst,
Astonishment!!!!
It's a beautifull breakdown of sorts,
Communicating in ways never thought of,
With the beauty only,
Communication can muster,
as it,
breaks down.

Don't you see it's not a break down,
It's a beautifull cacauphony,
A symphony of noise,
In a house full of beauty,
Destined to throw stones,
With glass all around.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Word And Voice
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[sarafinamable]

i think this is a good piece of work. the last 4 lines were what really sold me on it.
it seemed alittle uneven to me ,but not meaning bad.
uneven i just mean that the beginning seemed like a chain of thoughts and towards the end it was more poetic.
but it went pretty well together.
i have an idea if what this means but if you c ould give me a little explaination it would be helpful.
i enjoy reading your writing


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"this is life not heaven, you don't have to be perfect."
Gia
"Our love was comfortable and so broken in"
John Mayer

[Hannibal]

It was about me, and people, whom I care about, and how it always seems to last just so long, and then everything shatters... just goes to crap :P
due usually to miscommunications.

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As miserable as life may be I hold it pretty precious...

If I lose the light of the sun, I will write by candlelight, moonlight, no light. If I lose paper and ink, I wil write in blood on forgotten walls. I will write always, I will capture nights all over the world and bring them to you.
Word And Voice
Motocross Fanatics
General Philosophy