| Amazing work, a really expressive illustration of a poem very dear to me. my good friend SpiderPrince [link] did an Amazing job. |
| Amazing work, a really expressive illustration of a poem very dear to me. my good friend SpiderPrince [link] did an Amazing job. |


Flight to youI dream of flying far away from here I dreamed of the clouds whipping past me I dreamed of soaring on endlessly through the skies I looked down and saw the land change beneath me I flew until I was over the ocean I looked down deep into the water, rarely seeing the dark shadow of something swimming around under the water I flew onward and over lush landscapes and barren terrain I flew until I reached the edge of foreverFlight to you
I realized what I was flying to when I saw your face The your snow white skin glowed in the morning sun Your soft honey hair shone gently highlighted by your g


Wooden BoyThere is a funny little puppet that sits on a shelf He's made of wood, his cloths are of bleached white cloth A bright white hat sits neatly on top of his round wooden ball of a head his eyes are bright but sad, yet the smile is perpetually painted across where lips should be, curling at the ends like the fool who knows no sorrow He sits and waits for the little girl who owns him to come home and play with him He sits and longs for her gentle touch, he loving eyes and kind words He sits and pines for the sweet whisper of "I love you, my little wooden sweetheart" He longs to cry out loudWooden Boy
"If you


Perhaps now...I never had confidence in Elementary school, I didn't think people liked me My emotions always got me into trouble My over exuberance was frowned upon: my laugh once got me kicked out of "sharing time" People never understood me, my hand writing skills and my other disabilities made me feel outcast What I did have? Drama Club, there I was comfortable, but not before I had cried and ran away from an audition, and even there I felt tormented and haunted by being "different"Perhaps now...
I never had confidence in Junior High School My style was mocked, and just because I could be I was picked on People g


UnansweredWill she speak of me to her friends? Do I cross her mind from time to time? Will she shed a tear when she thinks of how hurt I have been? Is she going after an other poor sap whose heart she will break? Did I mean anything at all to her? Was what we had real? Does she miss me at all? Why didn't she return any of my messages? Should I mourn the loss of all the time and energy I wasted on her? Should I send her an angry letter telling her how hurt I am? Should I even bother thinking of her? I wonder if she's happy I wonder if she's back with him I wonder if she'll goUnanswered
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If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.
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Come to my page! Take a look at my poetry! Shed a tear if you are so moved, give a chuckle if that's how you feel, recoil in horror, or lower your eyelids in indifference and declare "this guy sucks!" But implore you, FEEL SOMETHING! </:}
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If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.
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Come to my page! Take a look at my poetry! Shed a tear if you are so moved, give a chuckle if that's how you feel, recoil in horror, or lower your eyelids in indifference and declare "this guy sucks!" But implore you, FEEL SOMETHING! </:}
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If you haven't the strength to impose your own terms upon life, you must accept the terms it offers you.
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~i gotz a sexy health drive yo~
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Come to my page! Take a look at my poetry! Shed a tear if you are so moved, give a chuckle if that's how you feel, recoil in horror, or lower your eyelids in indifference and declare "this guy sucks!" But implore you, FEEL SOMETHING! </:}
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~i gotz a sexy health drive yo~
(¯`v´¯
`*.¸.*´
¸.´¸.*¨*.¸
(¸.
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A friend of Death, a brother of Luck and a son of a Bitch!
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A friend of Death, a brother of Luck and a son of a Bitch!
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