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There will be foul language. So if you're one of those people that get bitchy about certain subjects, can't stand swearing or get upset when people aren't religious like you are, then exercise your right to choose and choose not to come to this Poet's page.
And if u happen to be a a girl who likes to take pics of herself infront of the mirror when shes naked then please feel free to show them. Not for me, but for u, i could give helpful advice.
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SO now that I'm a poet, I don't have to obey all the rules of normal society. I'm special now... Yeah.. I can cut off my body members and be regarded as an artist. I can engage in all sorts of debauchery, but I'm special because I'm an artist. Yes..and if you don't approve, then you're just one of those unwashed masses that doesn't get my higher art forms... And no for the last time, I am not insane... I am an artist!!
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One Email for all your fanmail to, but nooooo I stopped sending pieces of my bumbumhair, tis getting to cold.
Blooten@hotmail.com
"They say writing is a way of healing
I don't know...
Don't you become addicted to poetic sadness?
A piece of paper as the canvas for the pain
The more that flows out of the pen
The less that stays inside of the writer
I don't know...
Isn't it a bit like inviting death?
Do you still exist or only on paper?
Silent words
Hidden meanings
The reader asks no questions
As the writer is no more"
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There will be foul language. So if you're one of those people that get bitchy about certain subjects, can't stand swearing or get upset when people aren't religious like you are, then exercise your right to choose and choose not to come to this Poet's page.
And if u happen to be a a girl who likes to take pics of herself infront of the mirror when shes naked then please feel free to show them. Not for me, but for u, i could give helpful advice.
_________________________________________________________________________
SO now that I'm a poet, I don't have to obey all the rules of normal society. I'm special now... Yeah.. I can cut off my body members and be regarded as an artist. I can engage in all sorts of debauchery, but I'm special because I'm an artist. Yes..and if you don't approve, then you're just one of those unwashed masses that doesn't get my higher art forms... And no for the last time, I am not insane... I am an artist!!
‹^› ‹( `;´ )› ‹^›
One Email for all your fanmail to, but nooooo I stopped sending pieces of my bumbumhair, tis getting to cold.
Blooten@hotmail.com
"They say writing is a way of healing
I don't know...
Don't you become addicted to poetic sadness?
A piece of paper as the canvas for the pain
The more that flows out of the pen
The less that stays inside of the writer
I don't know...
Isn't it a bit like inviting death?
Do you still exist or only on paper?
Silent words
Hidden meanings
The reader asks no questions
As the writer is no more"
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- Last seen on Nov 5 9:08 AM. Member since March 1, 2003.
- I'm a tigereye texture poet for 1,420 comments.
- I am a 27 year old guy (United Kingdom)
- When I'm not writing, I'm a Dreaming, thinking, wondering, regretting.
- I have 1,420 comments, 5 contests, 26 poems
My Poetry
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Don't judge a poem by its brief description.59 lines, 2 comments, March 14, 2007. In Personal
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Brief doesnt exist in poetry, once read it goes on in the mind47 lines, 4 comments, December 31, 2006. In Personal
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sidewinder on October 29slithers all over your page
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DougMcCue on January 31you still got that same e-mail address?
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can-i-make-a-comment on December 26, 2008
46. might as well be. 
i'm 20 now, actually. 
i haven't talked to you since i was 13 it feels. 
but in reality i was probably more around 16. why do you disappeeeear? 
makes me sad. i oft think about you and how awesome you are and how i wish you were still around more. how have you been doing? what have you been up to? i miiisss yooou! 
