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a fatherly drizzle
informs suspicious senses
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As the moon sings 'cross the meadow,
As the storm pulls 'cross the sky,
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Fleeting sunlight lights the dune on fire. Sky is cast with carefree hues,
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Memories tie themselves
‘round tree trunks, door knobs --
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It used to be like sweet sunshine between us but I guess for all good there is a bad
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He who stuns me
He makes me different
by theVIP
51 lines, 1 comment,
on Feb 28 2:06 PM. In Love, Crush, Boy, Pain, Personal, Thoughts, Realization, Sad, Memory, Life, Hope
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Daddy says were going fishing,
Oh boy! I just can't wait.
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I am frozen,
Not in ice, but in time.
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Lights dancing to and fro, Snow speckled wind blowing
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Spring leaves, an' emerald green, gentle sun kissin' the lake
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There is the bed, the one you slept in
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I may never understand why God took you away so soon,
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I hate my life.
I'm so broken, words can't describe
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by chilali
3 lines, 4 comments,
on Feb 5 3:13 AM. In Contest, Quickie, 10 Words, Thoughts, Personal, Love, Sad, Loss, Life, Memory
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She can almost pinpoint To the moment
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Let words, like hands, unite - maintain
And steer each course with steady rein ...
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We used to sit side by side, And dream of nothing, you and I.
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On an ancient river, twisting and winding,
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I remember watching the smoke from your cigarette merge with the 3 o'clock morning fog. I'd always hated the fact that you smoked,
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I let you leave,
With words left unspoken.
by chadjoseph
33 lines, 1 comment,
on Jan 17 11:35 PM. In Words, Unspoken, Word, Regrets, Regret, Remember, Memory, Tragic, Life, Lost Love
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Visions of New York City I see, I see
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It's about amnesia, identity crisis and the effects on people's mentality when attempting to rebuild their lives.
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But its not this world, and not this me.
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I was supposed to check into reform school,
because everyone felt I’d played too often the fool.
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Your image was burned forever
to optic nerves by retinal passages;
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He's died for his successes
and he's lived through many failures.
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Whisper to me that a treasure still lies
at the end of the rainbow,
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by Beverlynohime
8 lines, 6 comments,
on Jan 3 3:54 AM. In Personal, Sad, Hope, Life, Love, Stranger, Thoughts, memory, Imagery, compassion, society
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On my last day, I wasn't that scared-
sad, of course, and very unprepared;
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Sometimes the best thing to do is remember who we were
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And I think how dangerous it is, that someone might fall for you.
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She’d never see men In the same light again;
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Three old poems I wrote when I was sixteen...
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You know my name, my game, Play it like I would.
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Silent affections echo in his hollow soul.
by chilali
45 lines, 20 comments,
on Dec 15 12:26 AM 2008. In Music, Love, Life, Death, Sad, Thoughts, Melody, Harmony, Memory
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Remember the good times we had before you thought of this
Remember the Saturday where you gave me my first kiss
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This memory of mine
Has been with me weeks
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