nothing, please leave.I wrote a letter to the world today; I told told it all i'd have to pass, im busy but im not busy, im never busy. no. id like to tell them all they should go away. im fickle; and they'll not want me once they see but no i can't, it's scary yes. they might see... they might see a part of me. they might see to much they will run, and i'll want to stop them. "come back" i'll say, ill want them back, yes. but i can't stop them, not when im what made them run. i don't want them to run.nothing, please leave.
i must keep them away from me. i should let them see but im scared to show them. &nbs
I breakI am sick.I break
Sick to my stomach,
with regret.
Sick to my heart,
from this poisoned life.
I found an angel,
in my heart...
She is the knife,
that stabs my spirit.
The knife, that stabs my pain.
She is my dark love.
I open to her,
but she doesn't hear me.
She doesn't see me...
She is sadness.
But I can't save her.
I am nothing.
I don't exist. I should walk away, yes... disapear. I'm not worth it, and you don't understand.
I lost nooneThere are no words to describe the flowers in bloom, no words for the emotionless place I find myself in whenever I think of you, of the colors trapped in your sad eyes, of the darkness embedded in your hair, or the vibrancies that lay across your skin, of the softness of a touch from you that I will never feel. Nothing enchants me like your wicked glance, or your enigmatic stare... nothing enchants me like you do. I'm still waiting here in the random blue for a whisper of yourI lost noone
voice, for a moment of your time. for just a piece of you. I sit h
UntitledHe could only lay there, silent and staring at the unknown behind his eyes. At first when he realized he was dieing he had been afraid. It did not feel right to him that he should die here; Fighting for something he had never really believed in.Untitled
Bleeding under the colors he was born to mourn.
Which now to, lay dieing. he could see the flag with its colors on the ground, tattered and ruined with the pole broken in the grass. He had once hated that flag, and what it stood for, but now in a way, he knew he had loved it. For it gave him something to hate, Something to feel.
nooo
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<3
thank you so much
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"I've never had a 64 year old grab my boobs like that"
www.jessicarhoades.net `ArtistsForCharity =resurgere
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Things get damaged, things get broken, I thought we'd managed, but words left unspoken...
i love the poem written for and inspired by *neversweet.
she is a sweet girl.
However, none of the links fit anymore, because all her stuff is gone.
but keep up the great work.
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†my gallery†my stock account†my prints†
And yes, shes very nice!...i didn't realize her stuff was gone
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Gods are fragile things; they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
- Chapman Cohen
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And I break
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†my gallery†my stock account†my prints†
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If I'm an angel.
Paint me black wings.
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I've run out of complicated theories..
Hey! I really like nice people too and you are certainly one of them
Thank you sooo much for stopping by, for your great words, for the
So, what part of Italy are your grandparents from? Hehehe, I read Jon wants to learn Italian too, so maybe I should teach both of you, like we should set up some kind of online italian class
I'll see ya!!
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Men say that Time passes. Time says that men pass.
And uh oh, i can't remember which part they're from exactly they are sicilian though really.
so that narrows it down some.
and that would be fun, we would be your faithful students!
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Gods are fragile things; they may be killed by a whiff of science or a dose of common sense.
- Chapman Cohen
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And I break
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