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Whisper a secret
Kiss my ear
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We know our love,
does not fit the American plan
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Today I felt my eyes
slip to the ground
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Over the bridge
under the water,
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we swallow the bomb
stuck tongue-in-cheek
by inaudibledecibel
47 lines, 3 comments,
on Jan 16 3:39 AM 2008. In society, sad, contemporary, life, other, politics, political, angst, youth
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I wanna plant such good roots
When we were young
by Purplelovechild
23 lines, 4 comments,
on Jan 2 1:36 PM 2008. In Youth, Old age, Life, Death, Fantasy, Love, Hope, Family, Personal, Lyrics, Other
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Back then, when freshet grass grew greener,
Skies rose a clearer, dearer blue—
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We fished for crawdads from the old plank bridge
Worn satin-smooth by balding retreads
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Simple child
Give me your hand
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beauty
is something to be smiled upon,
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This year I’ve learned a lot. I’ve learned that life isn’t as you think. Things you desperately want to happen, probably wont. And things you don’t want to happen probably will. I’ve been greatly affect by the world this year
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In the serenity that comes with silence
Beneath my dark hair
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Take apart what you see
Hold the hearts of the world
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There comes a time when all we know begins to change, to ebb, to flow
beyond our grasp, a cosmic trust that what is known is merely dust.
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"You always bite your lip when you're nervous"
Flushing in recognition
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The thick, misty opacity of night
Shifting and volatile immersion
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Skin glowing like
golden, ruddy Sunrise...
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Liquor and love pulse through me
Our friction I cannot ignore
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WHEN OTHERS SEE YOU AS USELESS THAT'S WHEN YOU'RE ESPECIALLY GOD'S BEST. YOUR THE APPLE OF HIS EYE!!!
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Place of Stories
These walls hold tales that have entertained and enlightened throughout a lifetime, from child to teen to adult to old men of wise.
by NightmareHero
10 lines,
on Oct 30 8:37 PM 2007. In Stories, Heart, Soul, Spirt, Wisdom, Youth, Entertainment, Enlightment, Movies, Books
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Patience
When something comes to mind, do you write it down or wonder about it time after time?
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I could never wait to get home
To drown in the raw voices.
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rippling with impossible adventure,
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The searing heat beats down and cooks us
In full gear and heavy packs locked and loaded
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It was a kiss, but not like you say
"goodnight" to mother, I felt like I was gaging
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youth wastes springs' river / drowns in swift currents of thought
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Where? / Where oh where / in the wear and tear / did the flames of youth / become so much to bear? / Right, wrong / Concepts of constant question / without a means to an end / Don't turn left or you might
by ValentineBlack
21 lines, 3 comments,
on Jul 31 2:45 AM 2007. In Youth, morality, personal, thoughts, spirituality, faith, society, love, hope, weird
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Higher and higher, / I drift towards opening / Skies, no limits to my growth /
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Tumult joins confusion / in my restless pacing mind, / trying to dig deeper, / Afraid of what I'll find. / Afraid of all the anger / that in this world prevails, / Afraid of what will happen
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Little cluster of pecking 'chicks' / in the church hallway, / leader strutting her / best stage voice / "How sweet! In a QUEER / sort of a
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Poker night / And I am crowned / The queen of firewood / And idealists / For I am young / And wide-eyed / And glorious –
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Dreams catch and tear -- / 'til one unfolds / stroke you with petals. / We met in bud with dreams / a dazzle and we strung them / wet with
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They thought he was a Scarecrow, / that cold Wyoming night. / A tiny, tortured shadow, / beneath the gray moon-light, / impaled against the
by Rainfish
47 lines,
on May 21 1:27 AM 2007. In society, homophobia, youth, violence, life, sad, reflections, bigotry, religion, hate
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I drank from the fountain of youth and am yet old.
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Like Hercules / We are being tested / / We have no gifts / Until we prove their worth / / We have no authority / Until we prove our leadership / / Degraded by a world / We will soon come to rule /
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Am I too young to realize? The pain and hurt in all your eyes.
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Let the silent rise above, before my time has come...
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Our eye-linered minds failed to manage
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She had eighteen years in her Daddy’s leather wallet,
Flowers in her hair, but only pennies in her pocket,
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Twins? Not so. One year apart--
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My untrained limbs are hardly graceful Mother, before she had me, could dance
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