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Time has taken him away
and pieces of him float within my memory;
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These affairs of the mind
Are colossal; decadent; undefined
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Have you ever wondered what Snow White dreamed when she was asleep?
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by Night Hope
73 lines, 7 comments,
on Jun 17 11:54 PM 2008. In Collaboration, Dedication, Inspired, Love, Life, Nature, Spiritual, Hope, Per
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Oh god here she comes
My head feels like drums
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all the lies
i've said them all
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"Run-on's and Long-windedness"
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Nostalgia returns to
my fragmented mind
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See the road of white linen?
It is made of fine threads
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The acrid smell of death
Permeates through the room.
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He wrapped his arm's around me
quite firm but not too tight
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by Night Hope
42 lines, 9 comments,
on May 24 10:33 PM 2008. In Personal, Sorrow, Passion, Life, Love, Nature, Spiritual, Hope, Inspired
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Altered eyes of darkness
invoking high pitch screams
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Sands of time, see this lonely girl
Send me an angel; into my world
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When reality turns to memory
A single rose stands apart
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I don't want to know what tomorrow may bring,
I'd rather not worry about how I'll make it through another day.
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Blood Drips down
Down the arms of the chair Your final Resting place
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In a room,
Dark, walls crumbling
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Internal pain
Leaving me to suffer
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he is an artist, his dreams write themselves in sight
he strokes dusks intensly into homeward flutters
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My love, we needn't be bothered
By silly things like tears.
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The sound of planes that cried out that day
Caught the breath and eyes of every heart.
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he passed by
the mornings and evenings
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Grow as a WildFlower grows,
unconsciously,
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A mother looks in on the glass cage
One created to enact the sun's rays.
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snip-snip the sound of scissors
my strength gathered in gold
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from buk to bukowski
they do or die
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Manifesting in ethereal
glory embracing
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Inspired by the poem "Chicago" by Carl Sandburg
http://carl-sandburg.com/chicago.htm
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Stir gently, do not upset my heart
Rafting the cream, built on our dream
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meaningless words
cannot be translated
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Are you the strong, silent type?
You know, the type of guy who was 2 desks away from that girl, stared at her every class of every day, bu
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The FIRE lady!!
Two takes on a picture prompt 
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Stand on a cliff to feel all this
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you need no words
to say: I am free
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Because while lovers entwine in the heat of the night
He’s left here alone in the shivering silences
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Those three words
You say to me
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So I sit here in a t-shirt and my long johns,
Waiting for the CABLE GUY
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A melody, slipping between fingers,
Always lost, yet here find their way.
by Veeolin
25 lines, 4 comments,
on Aug 27 8:51 PM 2007. In Music, Pain, Sad, Hope, Happy, Wierd, Inspired, Life, Love, Personal
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Oh Jack, Please come back
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by Veeolin
27 lines, 1 comment,
on Aug 16 11:08 PM 2007. In Thoughts, Inspired, Love, Sad, Everything, Happy, History, Hope, Loss, Pain, Society
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The hot squaller was like thick smoke
draping over the fan legs as a canopy.
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