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overwhelmed by a sense of macabre retribution
my heartbeat is poisoned and nears its conclusion.
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wilting flowers-
every hour
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Without love, there is no life.
A soul without that inner light
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if i had my way,
we would spend each night together.
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When these delicate butterflies
drift like ghosts through the air.
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you could talk 'till your tongue bleeds,
'till my ears bleed,
by shamrocked
26 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 1 2:08 PM 2007
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you're weakened with worry,
your heart is aflame
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Floating back to the past once more,
I enter your mind through a paper door.
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All my life I lived in a pen.
With others I was monitored and disciplined.
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Who's to tell you what you can and can't be?
I'd never let anybody say that to me.
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My path is slightly different from the trodden one
and unmentioned saints, my martyrs, lead me hence
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(As I endeavor to change myself and the world of others, Heavenly Father, Mother and universal Spirit, please bless my efforts.)
Are you afraid to speak your mind
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what can i say? we burned so quick, / went up in the flames that were heavy and thick. / the passion was waxing, the backdraft scorched, / our two blackened bodies became one bright torch. / and now we're af
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We wait till dusk to light the candles. / Glowing golden in the night, they trace ours bodies 'twining angles, / dressed in satin, bathed in white. / Creeping over wall and window, / peering through the foggy pa
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Beloved by my eye / and cherished by my soul, / beneath us, clouds roll by / a nighttime, black as coal. / We ride the wiry moonlight / and hide us from the sun, / the love that made us free to fly
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Set sail on the waters and fear not a great wave,
for the biggest adventures only come to the brave.
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When I found grace my forgiveness was total.
Unfortunately, that repentence is unreal to you.
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every ounce of fuming flesh
feels as if a carving knife
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fairy tales and princesses
usually have more to say than is published.
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so the game is over,
and i think i won.
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This silence
is heinous
by shamrocked
21 lines, 6 comments,
on Dec 21 12:24 AM 2005. In Sad
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My body is one
moving
by shamrocked
7 lines, 1 comment,
on Dec 21 12:16 AM 2005. In Sad
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i hear whispers around the corner
sitting on the stairway warm
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For blood of loathsome traitor Child,
Big Cat walks into the Wild
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you were a
shrimp in a shell
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i squash into the middle seat in a truck full of mexicans
okay, just two.
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i clear my head and close my eyes
i shuffle the deck
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the days are bright and the nights are cold
and the wind is whipping through the trees
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I wish I could fly an airplane,
or sail the ocean blue,
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green green grass
on your tight tight ass
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Cynthia has closed the curtains to her boudoir
and the chilling drop of rain trickles down my collar bone
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