

Development1 I touch your nose, tickle your toes, give you a rose.Development
2 I hold your hand, dance to the band, crown you with sand.
3 We eat in bars, kiss under stars, make out in cars.
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4 We've just begun, naming children, becoming one.
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5 Now we're broken, Words unspoken, no longer one.
6 You walk alone, future unknown. I'm on my own.


FreedomIn a lift, acknowledging the other passengers is inadvisable, making eye contact is not to be recommended and attempting to form some sort of conversation is downright ridiculous.Freedom
Very few people meet in a lift. It is not the place to introduce yourself, to start a friendship or a romance- no matter what Hollywood would have us think. It is the place in which you are vulnerable, exposed inside a tiny metal coffin. You would not make friends with someone you met in a lift any more than you would make friends with someone you met in a public lavatory.
This was very unfortunate for Mark, who would’ve liked to have spok


I Am...My eyes are filled with pain My heart is consumed by loss Im sorry for throwing you down the drain Deep within I miss you We had fire in our hearts I was young Foolish I long for a chance To make it right Yet I seemed to give with little fight I swear I never meant To make you cry Yet my actions spoke like a megaphone Im sorry I truly am With all my heart With all my soul I long to see you again To bathe in the warm light To see you once before me I am SorryI Am...
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"And everywhere the good prepare for perpetual war
And let their weapons shape the plan
The way the hammer shapes the hand"
-- jackson browne - casino nation
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The only difference between a rut and a grave is the depth.
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Now me lay down to sleep.
Mow da zeebas down like sheep.
Give dem to me nice and dead.
Me no happy til me fed.
-Bedtime prayer of crocs, Pearls Before Swine
My Faith in Humanity:347
I'm very pleased you liked it.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
"I'd tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past." Tom Waits
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God is an Iron...
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I prefer to remain anonymous.... that way I don't have to explain myself to anyone... - Anonymous
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And for the watch.
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There's always a better poem just out of reach.
"I'd tell you all my secrets but I lie about my past." Tom Waits
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"Falling slowly, eyes that know me
And I can't go back
Moods that take me and erase me
And I'm painted black" - Falling Slowly, Glen Hansard
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"These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume."
-Romeo and Juliet
Look. Now
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Who can hate love when Love begets Hate?
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My sig died for your shins!
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"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." -- sylvia plath
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Happy Birthday!
One Year Deeper In The Dirt...
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Who can hate love when Love begets Hate?
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Feel The *RawEm0tion burn in
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"Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well." -- sylvia plath
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in the midst of a thousand drops of red, a howl was heard from his beaten wrists...
insanity has set in...
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Juan loves you.
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Ideas are more difficult to kill than people, but they can be killed, in the end.
Unleash your *RawEm0tion!
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