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Favorite prose
A missing person
Pooling Waiting for... Blurred Vision More Attractive Can't find my voice Forgive me Master.. Let's work... Lesbian Encounters.. Scarlet Reflections Innocence Out in the Rain Agraphia Secret to... Perfect nights sleep close your eyes. slip your tiny fingers in between mine. it still makes me shiver every single time. A Quiet Boy
This heart still believes that love and mercy still exist. But....
for every breath that i exhaled you took less then half smiling at the way i looked as you lied on my lap then i woke up screaming and i couldn't take it back. A Quiet Boy
Love me or hate me.
for it's in you
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Reason strings There is no such thing as logic, only a line of reasoning which one or more deem correct. A man's health should be determined by his capacity for faith and hope. For if a man is of sound body, yet he wallows in self pity and despair, his soul withers, and his environment, with its people, places, things, and ideas, crumbles. But if a man, beset by some illness, whether that be of mind or body, has faith for the morrow, that it will come and bring happiness, and hopes that the setting of the sun brings some reprieve from this pain and sorrow, and smiles, even if those things are not so, then his soul is content, and others live, laugh, and love because of him. In light of that, who would you say to be the healthy man? Why, you would say the latter, of course. And if that be so, then is not healthy a matter or state of mind and soul, instead of physical? True, this may not be anything new to you, but there is also something else that you may not have considered, if the above is correct... Too few healthy people are alive in this world today, and that is the true shame of our race. Forever Broken
Pieces scattered to the darkness Leave something of yourself in my book I'm gonna smile my best smile. I'm gonna laugh like it's going out of style. Look into her eyes and pray, that she don`t see... That learning to live again, is killing me.... Garth Brooks
if time was a place we could travel through
so let your pathos shine through your skin |
Favorite poems
Remains
Grand Theft Lazy Bastards Realistic Blues What I Know Memory Frustration Observation Change. Or. Die. Dark Lyrics Favorite Things Sordid Wretch Crying Cryptic copout Couldn't help... "Hello, this " Sleepy happy gooder Cold Discourse Everybody wonders Numbing Thoughts I cry out Perfection Forsaken Can't be you Lullabies Inside and Out It would be nice Commentary A single Tear "I turned to view my steps well worn, trails of mist in the naked eye. As exhaustion came one final fell, I enjoyed not wanting more." A. Noble for all the lost words for all the missed romances for all the masters for all the unknown chances
I dedicate this one is a hopeful romantic as hopeless as this can the meaning of life be found in a kiss does nothing else matter beyond sharing bliss did you ever wonder what you might miss Candora sometimes I just want someone save me as if somebody really could and sometimes I think I'll believe it if they want me to if only somebody would Candora |