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Getting there
Keeping one true friend is more than enough....
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Mar 5, 2005 16:45:16 GMT -5
Post by Unknown on Mar 5, 2005 16:45:16 GMT -5
Dancing in the rain
Feel of the wind at my back
Touch of skin to skin
As we waltz thru the garden
Holding onto each other lightly
We look shyly into the other's eyes
In the pale moonlight wanning
We see love and surprise
Dancing in the rain
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Mar 5, 2005 20:46:42 GMT -5
Post by ep0ch on Mar 5, 2005 20:46:42 GMT -5
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Mar 7, 2005 0:25:12 GMT -5
Post by ep0ch on Mar 7, 2005 0:25:12 GMT -5
Screw the edit button. You don't like it, then you can sanction me.
"Give it your own title, slu'ts" Three times a day, I'll see that window, Broken a bit, By all the rocks. I'll feel that wind, Yeah I'll feel it, But I won't listen. You never did, And look at yourself, The role model, With no role. I'm sure they did it, I'm sure they broke your window. They always do, Everyone knows it, Even the children. It's preached daily, From television, To radio broadcast. It's preached daily, Why our windows break. But you never listened, You never cared, And just ran along, Careless and free. What a role model, What a life you live. I wish I could say, I was something like you. I wish I could say, I had no role.
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Apr 7, 2005 23:17:40 GMT -5
Post by Cha0sEch0 on Apr 7, 2005 23:17:40 GMT -5
understand that this hurts
and deep inside, when we flirt
im dying and your whats killing me
and my stomach hurts right now becaues the truth
is ripping out and these feelings will dawn on me
soon, i know what i have to do, being a man is harder than it looks
in different perspectives, and right outside of my soul is a skin
i hide in it, it keeps me hidden in, i dont have to show a thing
or tell a soul everything that i feel is taken in whole,but no one knows
becaues ive hidden it inside
to express this in a way to make it understanding isint possible
this feeling is worse than pain, like a mute, trying to remain human at all
ive lost cause
loveing what you cant touch,or to express to a good friend that your
obsessed with something, that could never be talked about
ive never felt this before
just not at the magnitude of this
caues deep inside i crave for more than this so bad
that im trying to say this with letters and not my lips
becaues my voice isint strong enough to explain it
and when we flirt, to scream the thought
to syphen these words from tears that brought the thought,
that havent fallen
but that are welled up inside of me
and remain to be
pain
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Apr 14, 2005 15:46:31 GMT -5
Post by Clicky on Apr 14, 2005 15:46:31 GMT -5
is this a poem, or an experiance? It seems so real...
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Aug 9, 2005 10:02:46 GMT -5
Post by Wolves_Cry on Aug 9, 2005 10:02:46 GMT -5
I suck at poetry... I'm better at sorys.... loathing to all
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Oct 14, 2005 11:01:33 GMT -5
Post by Wolves_Cry on Oct 14, 2005 11:01:33 GMT -5
yah if you know me well you will under stand this poem if not, to bad
Wilted Rose Nothing left but a wilted rose, All around life has froze.
Nothing left of my happy thoughts, My love for you tied in knots.
Nothing left of your love for me, But with that thought, I can’t be free.
Nothing left of that precious time, Never again will your love be mine.
Nothing left of “let’s just be friends” Still I can’t help but love you ‘till life ends.
Nothing left of your kindness, Why did you leave me this emptiness?
Nothing left but my burning hate, As I try so hard to close the gape
Nothing left but for me to live, I have given my life all I can give.
Nothing left but to finally say ‘good bye’ It’s still painful, I don’t know why.
Nothing left as our memory of that time goes, Nothing at all but a wilted rose.
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Dec 10, 2005 14:12:47 GMT -5
Post by Wolves_Cry on Dec 10, 2005 14:12:47 GMT -5
The blood that stains my hands The tears that stain my soul The fear that stains my heart The ash that stains my feet
The thorns that cut my face The blades that cut my skin The words that cut my conscience The glass that cut my happiness
I do not wish this, I do not want to kill you I love you… And I must
The swords that clash The words you cry The blood I spill… Silence then…
…Goodbye…
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