If the martyr is crying and no one is listening it's cause the feast of the heart it just died. And no one remembers the sad death of the martyrs then it's probably because Halmark won, again. I just want to feel alive to have something right inside I just want to find my someone that I'll be with for all time.<BR
I think its sad that you didn't get the meaning of the poem.
Thanks you two!
The bark of the straw dog is no worse that it's bite It's good to see you're still out there. I'll talk to you soon!
Look look the straw dog is barking once again God knows that it's bark, it's no worse than it's bite And we wonder can we just make it tonight Maybe army crawl through the fury of the wind Crawl into the foxhole, and find God within and to make matters worse, the bombs are falling and no-one can hear, the radio calling and it calls ou
Are you saying he should do cocaine? Good work, Buddah, as always.
It was a rosebay morning and I was painted into something I could never be violet roses and prose kept me going, going nowhere and everywhere and I was sure that eventually I would find my way. It took me a year to find my place again the wilderness of the world was never large enough to hide my pain and sincerity from
All things change memories change life changes, at the speed of light it changes worlds are made and destroyed in the blink of an eye Where do we go from here? It's time to get off the emo ride and find some other form of life to hustle. We can't afford to wait around any longer. And I know that We can't have e
I find loss, looking in your eyes, a young man searching for something lost in pain of recognition the truth is sometimes, such a bitter pill to take. I find hurt, looking in your eyes, a young lady, looking for anything holding on to music like a child holds a blanket, and it hurts to know music let you down this time. <BR
I fail so utterly, miserably at being a heart to hold on to and make myself the kind of person I said I'd never be And after all is said and done I still expect you to trust me? What a fool I am, not knowing what I can take not knowing what to do or say not knowing how to make things right not knowing how to feel again
Although he is an annonymous user, his statement does contain merit. At this point, I don't think it's worth my time to argue with this sort of eye-jabbing.
Brad, I'm impressed. Coming from a college kid with limited spending cash, I have to say that from the screenshots you've put up, this game looks like one worth buying. Keep up the good work.
(This is Alex) If you get a random hook up on this site, you may just want to hide.
You are too kind!
It's the chance we've all been waiting for time for the midnight waltz a time to dance the night away find a heart and a beautiful smile amidst all the deceptions of the normal masquerade. We'll dance like no-one is watching and sing like life is worth living and we'll step-two-three, together. And as I watch Beast
Of all structures of poets and words without blessings the phrases and powers the pen does supply they do me no justice, a great barren wall with nothings of nothings found hiding inside. I find them missing, the keys to the memories the thoughts of my heart I have no reply for all the things absent Hidden in place
By slump in writing he means he hasn't posted something relvent since August. But, alas, I'm not much better, because by my own standards on judgement I haven't posted anything relevant since September.
I don't need to be famous I don't need the cheering faces calling out my name, light's blazing as I sing out to a crowd. I don't need to be a rich man Doing anything that he can to make one more piece of fortune living in an empty house. And I, don't need to have the answer to everthing I've asked here and I know that
It was good seeing you again Capt. Thanks, I'm glad you liked it
Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it.
Once, in a time long ago the world was lit by kerosene lamps nothing short of brilliant and old-worldy and I find myself wandering back to a time when life was much simpler and lines were much more defined. When time stood still at every passing and everyone knew your name life was not a sidenote to the whole sordid aff
I suppose its something like repressive and emotive and I wonder sometimes whether I truly understood was I right? did I fight the good fight? or was I the one slashing the tires? And it's a wonder that I escaped alive from the bitter memories the heartfelt emotions where did I go wrong? what happened to my love
Thank you for reading and leaving me such a wonderful comment!
Our lives are caught up In so many connections, branching from us, treelike in their motions We wonder, each day, did that branch grow That one shrunk, yet another withered away A snuffed candle of life And we wonder, some days If the connections Are all worth it in the end was setting up the lattice really worth all the tr
I hope things are better today, dear. Please take care of yourself. I'll be home soon, so I'll see you then. All my love, Alex
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