I cannot explain myself the way you would see me if you met me. We are all blind to what others see, we are deff to what others hear. Don't worry about it, just ponder.
My style of writting is a bit abstract. If you would leave your comments on my poetry, good or bad, I would love you forever.
I am trying to figure through logic and learning what this place is. My life goal is to be able to explain to you what "this" is.
So far my view on the Universe is that everything is simply a result of the very frist event ever to take place. We're all trapped in this chain reaction. You have to obey, or you don't exist. No matter how much you try you'll never get out alive.
Debate me on this one please, it's the only way we can truly learn (Educated debate, not barbaric arguments).
- Last seen on Jul 3 2:34 AM. Member since December 2, 2004.
- I'm a peridot parrot poet for 39 comments.
- My mood is , and quote is "Everything is on its way to the end so it can finaly begin again".
- I am a 19 year old guy from California (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm an Artist/ philospher.
- Visit my homepage at None
- I have 39 comments, 1 contest
My Poetry
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We took off at a quarter 'till nine
my lovers warm body still fresh in mind29 lines, January 4 -
Sitting and waiting for the Bells of Speak to wake the sleeping giants, and hand me down glorious flowers fallen from heaven The bells show me the way, and tells me how to peak5 lines, January 4
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All the folks ate ashhberry pie thought it would take them to the sky11 lines, January 3
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Exo on May 11, 2007Thanks. I will have to check out your writings in return.
