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 The ture power, we all have unless we truely believe we have it then we become niave forgetting that we all are weak Many people believe the... [read more] |
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The evil withen rises it's glowing power eminates from me tearing my soul, turning me into what I do not know nothing but evil it will be it... [read more] |
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This ripping in my head this peicering pain I feel brought about from kindness why do I need pain to give kindness? It splits inside my head... [read more] |
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Stars dimly lit Fade just another bit To a darker shade of silver, just this side of black Thin sliver of moon Casts into a darkened ro... [read more] |
 These things I have learned in life If I know not one thought more. One can't love enough for two, And a broken heart bleeds and is sore. [read more] |
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I don't know why you want me... I only have half a heart since you stole the rest. I can't imagine where we're going... Rudderless vessels,... [read more] |
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Arms encase me snugly. Face nestles to my throat. Warm, moist breath in rhythm Slides, across my cheek to float Into the midnight hours In d... [read more] |
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Oh God, My God, My heart doth yearn within me. How long, Oh Lord, must I wait for Thy mercy? How long will my nights be filled with tears up... [read more] |
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Stillness seems so noisy When the hours stretch ahead. Silence shrouds the chamber As I linger in my bed. How did this sadness take me? When... [read more] |
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If I could take back just one day In a life filled with regret, I'd cancel out that awful time, The day when we two met. And hope that with... [read more] |
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Streams of water pour and run And fall into gutterless pools. The air from yesterday so dank and warm Is forgotten in this ethereal cool. It... [read more] |
 my words are bread my thoughts are the crumbs that feed doves should i forget to think famine would strike me one day Silence will fall:... [read more] |
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LA LAVANDE Like Van Gogh I discovered that the lilac whispers of lavender is needed to soften the yelling yellow Light But also that the... [read more] |
 From ink flows meaning. Listen: When Wildheart lacks lovebeauty She goes for trinkets, Seeking to feel the beautiful... [read more] |
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The last sunrise To meet our eyes And yet, I slept late again today Not believing Knowing or grieving That this is our final day Ther... [read more] |