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05-21-2003, 01:20 PM
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Insane
Location: Oregon
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Afraid
This is a bit of an experiment with a different kind of poetry than I did before. If you read the ones I did before, you can probably see a bit of a pattern in the themes... oh well.
I've wandered through this life alone With no real place to call my home Sadness stalks me where ever I go Torment is all I've ever known Rainy days won't go away Except for when I need them the most Why am I here on this earth I've been toruted ever since my birth There has to be more than what I have seen But when will I find just what I need I forget about life when I can But soon it comes knocking at my door again I need to get away from this place Somewhere that I can be my own person, with my own face When that time comes it can't be worse So when chance and I meet I hope to go But will I recognize it, And will I not be afraid?
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05-22-2003, 04:13 AM
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The Cover Doesn't Match The Book
Location: in a van down by the river
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nice work, thank you for sharing it.
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SWM, tattooed, seeks meaningful tits and beer. Enjoys biker mags, pornography, and Sunday morning walks to the liquor store. Winners of erotic hot dog eating contests given priority. |
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05-26-2003, 11:58 AM
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Insane
Location: There's no place like home..
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When the time comes... that is often the question most people wonder about in relation to something in their life. Only one person can answer that, you. Great piece of work. I really enjoyed it and could even relate to itin a certain sense.
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Cain: I know what you're doing. I've lead troops into battle before. DG: And, how am I doing? Cain: Well, there's less *hugging* when I do it |
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