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This is my strike.
A thousand fantasies,
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Oh what wonders gaze upon our house?
Yet within a band of fellers creep.
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I find myself alone now,
Silence of mind pervades.
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my SUV's
running on empty.
by Stix
22 lines, 6 comments,
on Aug 19 6:02 PM 2008
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Tears turn to dust, and simplicity...
My sweet darling,
I've come to an empty home.
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Can you answer this for me?
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How could the Great Blue Heron
wash away the cold night?
by Stix
21 lines,
on Aug 1 2:28 PM 2008
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by Stix
10 lines,
on Mar 19 6:16 PM 2007
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His stench grows thicker...
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Intrinsic of existence
are life and are death
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I can't say that she was
particularly engaging...
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Asleep
This is how I am.
by Stix
26 lines, 5 comments,
on Jun 5 11:24 AM 2006. In Other
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It was almost like a dream
the walls were red
by Stix
10 lines, 2 comments,
on Jun 5 11:08 AM 2006. In Other
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Forces of his content
- a discontinuous shadow
by Stix
28 lines,
on May 29 6:15 PM 2006. In Other
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In our thoughts are dreams of heaven,
we walk along its shore...
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I find it funny how human things occur.
I can find it amusing... if I clench my eyes.
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Me,
how these photons do infect
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Here is our new affliction
Fifty thousand years old
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I want you to fuck it
suck it
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I penetrate atmospheres with intentions
unlike any known before.
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by Stix
32 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 27 3:50 PM 2006. In Spiritual
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Oh life is a farmers paradise!
As Sheppards guide their flocks
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on failed pasts
we do depend
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"Living life is a lot like playing with fire, If you know what you are doing it can be a beautiful thing... but if you take comfort in ignorance or allow it to
by Stix
50 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 21 4:33 PM 2006. In Other
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A tragedy of affection
Fixed by mindless misdirection
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His tradgedy of affection
lost in mindless misdirection
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I smell some dark hymn on your breath
Albeit to distress.
by Stix
16 lines, 3 comments,
on Mar 17 12:27 AM 2006. In Angst
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A precursor to permeation.
The instauration of saturation.
by Stix
16 lines, 2 comments,
on Mar 16 11:46 AM 2006. In Nature
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The sun shall never rise.
Over dark clouds this hawk flies
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I am but a blessed mortal
In this boundless scape...
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The sorrow of the suffering.
The shrill cry of the squalid.
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We step to dance in time,
always forward and never behiend.
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Raise up a glass for the middle-class
they wage war and manufacture.
by Stix
27 lines, 2 comments,
on Feb 23 5:45 PM 2006. In Other
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I wanted for so long
to express my soul opinnion.
by Stix
17 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 19 4:01 AM 2006. In Hope
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