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Exhale by Kruszewski, literature

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Exhale

Just for one night Be Free Get rid of the fear Look yourself in the eye And say it Just say it Like you’ve wanted to for so (oh so) long longer than you may be able to remember. Ablutions to the face Taking the place of the tears That have been far too prevalent As of late. Walk out that front door Don’t let him scare you back inside Because you know now That you’re more (so much more) Matter has no place to set the peripherals to set the standards to set the paramet

Parachutes by Kruszewski, literature

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Parachutes

Parachutes (you’re alone) It’s that sort of feeling That you can only see And not touch The characteristics of Copper in the night sky Beauty seen, not felt A low-lying moon Beneath the haze of Jupiter It’s an interplanetary state of mind And you’re a star my little angel You’re a star In the night sky Shining Glowing A dream of daybreak And here daybreak Among giants The Gloaming Your hands

Gwen by Kruszewski, literature

Could Have Been Perfect by Kruszewski, literature

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Could Have Been Perfect

And as I look back down the stairwell The book you wrote about yourself Speaks to me Reminds me that I taste of sweet And how we wish the day would go on forever But the days grow cold, as the sun grows old And now the moon is cast as the lead My left hand seems to have forgotten the eloquence The words aren't pouring out anymore, not even close Idolizing, patronizing, the dreamer I once was A semi-sonic medicated digression (devolution) from passion to intelligence. The best friend I never knew Is singing me a song Accompanied by the æthereal calls of the iron birds and steel horses as

Perfect by Kruszewski, literature

Inertia by Kruszewski, literature

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Inertia

I have built an Empire Atop the scrapheap Between the bookends Everything goes according to plan The trees are yellow The skies are bland Electrical Tape And there is no fear makes shapes on the walls But fear of fire Cellophane residue Here in my Empire at the top of the sky It's quiet here Please knock The rustle of the leaves Biohazard The chill of the wind High Voltage Down your spine Scared Child

A House With A View by Kruszewski, literature

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A House With A View

A House With A View Her eyes eased open to find the clock at her bedside, blurrily reading a blinking ten-something in the morning. She slowly sat up and leaned against the wall behind her, realizing that she did, in fact, sleep this night in this bed alone. It wasn't the first time, and it won't be the last. It's quite a view from that side of the half-broken, slightly overused queen bed. A beautifully constructed catastrophe of dirty mirrors, dirty windows, dirty walls, dirty floors, dirty sheets, a severe lack of any interior decorating skills whatsoever (or just a simple lack of caring, whichever you choose to blame it on), and a

Captiv.ator by Kruszewski, literature

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Captiv.ator

There's a white wall a white wall Standing here, in front of me Making sure that I can't see Because I love my solidarity It's a quiet room a quiet room And I've got it all to myself No one 'round to ask for help Not allowed to talk to someone else I close my eyes and drift away Into my pretty little sun Open back up, and there's no telling If a new day has begun Better to stay asleep And disregard the need to be There's nothing else in here for me Nothing else for me to see There's a hole in the wall a hole in the wall Lettin

Feels Like Home by Kruszewski, literature

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Dance with me... by Kruszewski, literature

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Dance with me...

Why don't you run to me? Let me hold you in my arms, And we could dance forever. We could sit and watch the sun, Learn about each other's hearts, And look into each other's eyes. All I can do right now, Is sit and wait, For you to return my calls, Write back to me, And fill the empty spaces, That are so prevalent inside of me. But you hide, In your corners and boxes, Away from me, As though I'm going to hurt you. But the only result, Is you hurting me. All I ask is for a dance, One dance, Just once, And I can assure you, That you'll never want to stop.

Blues and Grays by Kruszewski, literature

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Blues and Grays

As she and I walk down the path, Hand in hand, My serenity blue shows through. It's smooth and calm, And peaceful yet enjoyable. I wish she was here to stay, For I wish to never forget my serenity blue. Alas, She is gone, And my lost gray haunts me, The gloomy shadows, And the clouded skies, Pull me into the lost gray. I wish I never had to stay, In the world of my lost gray. But that day hath come, When she has come home, The lost gray shall not linger here, For my lady has returned, And the serenity blue filters through.

It's Your Turn by Kruszewski, literature

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It's Your Turn

Life is a game, And you don't know how to play. You're just a piece on the board, And you're just hoping, That you'll win, Using any means possible. But you are just standing there, Waiting for the decisions you aren't even making, To be made and carried out. You started with nothing, But now you're starting to move. Space by space, You begin to understand how everything is working, And why you are so small, Compared to those leading your way, They know more of the game then you may seem to ever know. But it's your turn. Every turn you make may be down a path where no one else may go, You will make the move, And find out wh

Sick by Kruszewski, literature

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Sick

Shut the fuck up. That's all I have to say, To you, To them, To everyone. What's your point? It's still the same, The same as it has been, For a long time now. You couldn't prove it then, You can't prove it now, So stop trying. I'm sick and tired, Of all of the screams, All of the words, All of the tears, And all of this fucking hiding, That I have to do, To get away from this shit. I numb my brain, I blaze my music, I turn on the TV, And I write this shit on paper, Then I sleep it off, And I forget about it. Besides, At the end of it all, After everyone leaves, And I sit in my room, Alone, I think to myself, Yo

The Aftermath by Kruszewski, literature

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The Aftermath

And you left, Just like that, You didn't say goodbye. I couldn't see your face, Did you cry? Did you scream? Did you scowl? Or did you just wait, For the end, Of the storm. You left me empty, And it only grew worse, As the night drew on. Your words, Stuck me upon your leave, And I couldn't get up, From that fall. The empty lingered, And grew, Within me. It evolved, Into remorse, Sadness, And guilt. It's all my fault, I know it is, And I'm the one, Who should be, So, So, Sorry.

Showers of Unshed Tears by Kruszewski, literature

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Showers of Unshed Tears

What ever happened, To the romance? The forbidden love, The true feelings, And the loyalty. The Romeos, And the Juliets, And the need, To be with a one and only. It left. It's gone. He walked out the door, And so did she, The sad part is, No one has heard from then since, And no one seems to care. I thought I had love, The mirror was shattered, Repeatedly. I had never been, To such a place, It was barren, And cold, I could only sit, And let it surround me. He touched her, And it seemed as though, They never parted, And never spoke. It screamed at me, Within my mind, And I couldn't do anything about it. I had ne

What to Draw... by Kruszewski, literature

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What to Draw...

Sitting, At the window, Staring, At the city, Just looking, For some inspiration. The lights flicker, The pipes drip, And the floor creaks. The cat's yawn, The bird's chirp, And the wind, Won't leave him alone. The sun went down, The moon came up, And the stars flew in. Even as the night, Flitted by him, He felt nothing. Finally, The moon said his goodbye, The stars left, And the sun, Was coming home. The sunrise glowed, With a phenomenal orange, And the city looked beautiful. After an entire day, At the window, He picked up his pencil, And started to draw.

Rebuilt by Kruszewski, literature

Fire by Kruszewski, literature

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Fire

In the moment, I was awakened, Set ablaze, And swirling, Through the marvelous night sky. I felt alive, Invigorated, And powerful. My creator seems overjoyed about my existence, And relaxes as he watches me, He lets me grow, And though I am glad, I want more. I run through the forest, Leaving everything destroyed And dead, In the ashes. I spread all over, Until I am an inferno, Of black, Red, And orange. They call me fire.

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About Kruszewski

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Aug 4, 2007

The real world is boring.

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For those of you who have not yet heard the news. or can't read. I'm home. Things are rather slow around here compared to what I've been living in for the past month. It's something of an opportunity to finish pieces on several mediums I had started in the past thirty days, along with books being and assignments getting done. I got a facebook. I would like to say I've succumbed but I feel like it's something more along the lines of commitment to people I've met over that past month and want to keep in touch with so dearly. So I'm going with that. I'm keeping it kosher on some level, a very small number of applications, checking only once o

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Jul 1, 2007

Travel

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Hello.       I'm going away for a month to the University of Richmond in Richmond, Virginia to participate in the Governor's School for the Visual and Performing arts. I applied earlier at the beginning of the school year and after auditions, forms, and suspense on several levels; I seem to have made it into the program. I applied for dance, for those of you who don't know me on a face to face basis. It's rather exciting but I'm more concerned with whether or not I'll end up messing up or something of the like.       I'll be gone from after I post this Journal to the 28th of July, so, don't expect anything from me until then. Cell phones

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May 18, 2007

Journal Entry 18

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I've been gone. But I'm here now. Ok. I while ago, nesarcy (https://www.deviantart.com/nesarcy) asked me to do this and now I guess I'm finally getting around to it. Rules: The 1st player of this "game" starts with the topic "6 Weird Habits//Things About Yourself" and people who get tagged need to write a journal about their 6 Weird Habits//Things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says "You are tagged" in their devPage comments and tell them to read yours. 1. Showers. I love hot showers, preferably an hour or two long. Sure, a lot of people like ho

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Inuyasha1771

O_O HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I HOPE YOUR DAY IS AMAZING AND YOU HAVE TONS OF FUN WITH YOUR FAMILY AND FRIENDS! EAT SOME GOOD FOOD, TOO!

Inu-Ashi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AWESOME ONE!

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!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!

It's 22nd September which means it's your special day. Hoping you have a fantastic birthday, get some nice gifts and generally get to enjoy it lots.

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Happy Birthday!!

Have a guddun!

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Aug 1, 2007

KRUSZEWSKI!!!

I love your poems!

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Jul 30, 2007

Dear Alex,
I am going to the doctor today and they are testing me for hypothyroidism. What the hell, I have no idea why.

One of the signs is poor muscle tone. And I'm like, bitchplease, look at my calves.