Death_By_Beebles

Death_By_Beebles

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I don't know what to say to this... If he could see it, perhaps he would understand...

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She made me cry She made me fall, to the side Her beautiful smile, made all the boys go wild and she chose me. I understand good things can't go hand in hand I wish they could But she made sure that they can't and she chose me. It was like feeling whole and right for the first time (maybe only), in my

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Lost in a marble bound sarcophagus a crumbling fountain, wind parting the lonely tourist couple staggering from the weight of it all lost in the billowing wind and pizzaria dreams I find him, a towering collossus, ready to find his own following. He can not. Instead, he cries cries cyanide tears, bitter black records of time

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The night - If it is a window to a soul I am not quite sure I can see through the blurred lines; and if this port contains my history, your future some random being's path then I stumble with the code I need to understand it with. I am ignorant of the truth of it all. All I can see is a darkness that quenches all

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Ok, so kind of random first reply but whatever. I seriously think you need to go ahead and scrap this bad boy and try again. You shouldn't have to explain yourself that much with your poetry. Your readers can hopefully put 2 and 2 together. By the way, I like the premise. It's a nice piece, it just needs some work.

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It's not blood you need simply a sigh and a tear a memory or a goodbye. Interesting piece.

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I will get up sunrising in the morning to be able to see outside the window itself not an abundant branch lost for little larks. To hold in hand tomorrow and have in heart yesterday to keep in mind today's sunrising when the larks refuse to sing. They sang songs of sunrising but do not anymore sonnets of the

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The crying eyes of a gentleman catch tears within my own and I am lost, so lost again and struggle, struggle, struggle to keep the smile turned on. Hymns and gospel songs combat no anger, no sadness and lost memory can not overcome the depths that faith can go I see the gentleman crying his tears well up my

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al~ that's a nice poem but sometimes we just need to have a really long run of rests in the music. Surely you've never stopped loving?

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LJ is what got someone I know in trouble... of course, any thoughts you make public can get you in trouble. I tend to stay away from that sort of thing and just write my poetry.

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If you could sing, sing If you would play, play and if love is in you make music. Because life is an acoustic set whether you like it or not you have to make the music so make the music softly loudly out of tune, on key For what is life without love? Just notes and lines on an unreadable scale one easily di

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My face is warm from the quiet, from the exertion I can't hold everything did you expect me to? An easy trip, fall is such a wonderful season. Say you'll miss me say anything say it and live again. So while I plummet, I see your reaching hands, try to pull me back up, throwing ropes of words of love and condole

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Beauty lasts in places where finders keepers no longer exists because the home-front finders can't decide between honeysuckle or Heineken where the mistakes are made in brush patterns on the floor, boldly disseminating all the hell for all to see where tractors plow fields sown with dreams of glorious anthems based<BR

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It's clear to me as I watch this play watch the actors droop across an almost to clean stage It's clear to me as I see them sing and dance and play their worn out songs up and down vocals and chords It's clear to me as the curtains drop that these people, these men and women as good as they may be They do not matter in this play

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Progress through the prologue and forward to the meat of the chapters fill yourself up with beautiful words and meaningless phrases Poetry will be your scapegoat Poetry will be your release And you'll write incessantly, only to fail and write more And soon you'll find that the Muse, she is a fickle lady and she gives l

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