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Don't live for yesterday
Live for tomorrow
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You’re not welcome here
Reads the pristine notice
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A man's life passes him by as he sits with his only friends...
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Sharp sand in my eyes,
Tears like blood dripping out scripture.
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Starting with a sphere, yet let it shine with the glory of the soul
Add on pieces of love to coat the new born spirit
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MaMa use to say
age ain't nothing
by pigapoo
9 lines, 2 comments,
on May 9 9:22 AM 2008. In age
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Young between the lines of your wrinkles
and my life living
by LeanneBridgewater
23 lines, 1 comment,
on Apr 22 11:18 PM 2008. In Contest, Thoughts, Life, Society, Nature, age, death, Hate, Lost love
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With bluish silver, whirling eyes
and hearts that have kissed so many times
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A rant about how being younger does not change your desire to be intelligent...
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Into the distance, the way that we do,
But not the same distance, the me and the you;
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A few homes in the row have porchlights burning all night, but not many.
Too early for birdsong, too late for crickets' chirruping.
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This rustic smell infiltrates my senses
Beads of light fall gently through white curtains
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In a hospital bed he lies
with crinkled sheets to sheild him from the cold.
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My ol' Bonnie girl,
On her newly built, strong porch.
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Devoid of the tarnish known to impart
Blemish on polaroids where dust has slept.
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Are you amused of the moon climbing earth?
Habitually as the land grows cold
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They, like your skin, begin to show the creases
And those wrinkles that only crows have known
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Today I felt my eyes
slip to the ground
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I screamed like a Banshee, from atop the cliffs of the Odyssey family restaurant.
never letting myself look like any less of a man.
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I had, once, wandered off in a hurried fit.
When my mind did watch where my feet had set.
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“What stirs beneath your eyelids, sir,
What moves your weary feet,
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The last few leaves now withered brown cling to the boughs upon the downs
And blush the light refracted
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Walls of blindness,
Cover my true self,
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Back then, when freshet grass grew greener,
Skies rose a clearer, dearer blue—
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Many people worry about age
But you are as young as you feel
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Age was meaningless.
A mind could grow over years,
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Porcelain turns to dust ~
in a blink
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She was going to be
A princess,
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When i was three, i was wild and carefree.
When i was thirteen, i never new the real me.
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The steam escaped its home
to blend in with the world
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Ripples, born of gravity’s bloom, send
Broke reflections, sun and moon, impatient
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Love knows no difference,
Of age and parents alike.
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After dark I hurry up and down shadowy hallways in an old graveyard they call a hospital. The people who lie within these walls are slowly
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Why does age matter so much if we can't control who we fall in love with?
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We drove past my great-grandfather’s place
Last weekend, on the way to the family
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All that day long, lying still on the rollaway,
Her head against the soft pillow, not on--
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I see a different world,
Settled in a seat across the way,
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she sways through moon-star
silhouettes by word as art -
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My soul will drip out of my ear. that's gonna be uncomfortable.
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Alone she sits... / The waves of the ocean in her knowledge filled eyes... / Her well aged skin seeming to look younger by the second... / She stares afar... / Into The night sky... / fire in the sky
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Alone she sits... / The waves of the ocean in her knowledge filled eyes... / Her well aged skin seeming to look younger by the second... / She stares afar... / Into The night sky... / fire in the sky
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I have spent thirty years / sitting as the judge. / I achieved one law / to stop bad people / from seeing their families. / It will be replaced / soon enough. / My work will not last / in the hands of men.
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Beauty and youth in harmony light the flame / Which melts and extinguishes, forever decays / Golden touch and hairs, and the golden smiles
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Strange thing –Thirty Years, / The things it can do / It can take a young man / And make him look old / Not so long ago ’was the same age as you / So it seems….. / Take twenty or so / Just out of your
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Baby Sister As I walked down the path beside the brush
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