

Second SkinI can hear the sound of teeth grinding bone and I know someone else awoke in my skin.Second Skin
Out in the mist there are shouts of murder most foul and foul play
and I know that it was I. I did it, didn't I? For I heard the crunch of their bones.
Maybe it was the mist that made me lose my way.
It wasn't me, it wasn't! I spent the night in a hell downtown with a pretty blonde twist from the streets. It wasn't me, it wasn't!
I wake up with the sound of grinding teeth rattling in my brain and my fingernails


Before Street LightsThe world must have been so dark before street lights.Before Street Lights
Calloused hands r e a c h i n g out for anyone and anything in the blackness of the land.
We stretched forth our fingertips and discovered one another; grasping, clinging, lying with our lips, would we ever let go?
In the night, we found comfort from the days, haven from the demons who crept down smoky alleyways of the city of smog and feeble minds.
We don't know
who fears the Son more.
The sunlight pierces every indis


A Fairy Tale Pts 1 and 2Look beyond the mirror, step inside my secret world. Theres a path that leads to a mighty, mirror-filled castle, with a garden hedged by a stone wall.A Fairy Tale Pts 1 and 2
The castle walls are pitch, the mirrors are dim and dull. No flora in the garden surrounded by a crumbling stone wall.
In the castle there is no queen, with the throne room lying empty. The rooms are dusty, the drapes are ragged, the silver all abandoned.
There is a mirror in every room, but all are cracked and blurred. Images distorted in their faces reveal the broke


He Dreamt of Freedom AwakenedOnce upon a time in America, we broadcast in black and white.He Dreamt of Freedom Awakened
Lines drawn by the color of our skin, lines drawn on our palms; left hand right, right hand wrong,
static worlds and static minds.
Dreams whispered in a crowd, filling hearts and minds, there is no color inside the lines.
Bombs and bullets, sticks and stones might break the bones,
but hope for peace can bring a King's reign.
Behold, here cometh the dreamer, and see what has become of his dreams!
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One Word Love, Curiosity.
You going to want to know what it feels like.
Thanks for all the
and i started writing love poetry again, hehe.
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mesele esir düşmekte değil;
teslim olmamakta bütün mesele...
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Raw intensity lies in...
silence.
I didn't even know you had a new account *sigh* but I'm now watching both of you
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
thanks for the fav btw!
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come on love, come on love, touch me baby,
i feel i'm comin' 'round.........
How about yourself?
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
lol you out of college now?
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come on love, come on love, touch me baby,
i feel i'm comin' 'round.........
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A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
-Kurt Vonnegut
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come on love, come on love, touch me baby,
i feel i'm comin' 'round.........
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