The Paradox of our Time! |
.. The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have ... Posted by on Sun, 06 Apr 2008 23:50:00 GMT |
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WHAT IF...
> I died tomorrow:
> I said I liked you:
> I started messing my life up with drugs:
> I told you I hated you:
WHAT DO YOU THINK O... Posted by on Sat, 27 Aug 2005 02:11:00 GMT |
poem...NEW, unfinsihed |
A wounded heart, takes time to heal
but when it does, will you trust anyone?
love is something you can't feel
its more than that, a thought and hunger
When I look into the eyes that once shone
I real... Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 17:47:00 GMT |
NEW LYRICS!!! for my band! |
your eyes whisper softly to me
keeping my mind focused on you
the lights shine upon you, my angel
and it pierces the darkness around me
the thorns wrap my heart quickly
bleeding tears within my soul
... Posted by on Thu, 18 Aug 2005 17:43:00 GMT |
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met a man on the street last night said his name was jesus, met a man on the street last night, thought he was crazy till i watched him heal a blaind man i watche him heal a blind man now i see! ... Posted by on Sun, 10 Jul 2005 15:25:00 GMT |
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Here i am standing all alone!Another empty soul another,another cloneHere is my fateI stand here at hells gate!what can be of me?is this defeat? how aweful was this discite,why is my life so messed up... Posted by on Tue, 19 Apr 2005 22:45:00 GMT |
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We live this life packed with pop culture,underground
lifesyles, and questions of exactly where the boarder is,
We travel down a packed interstate full of windy turns,
off-ramps for no reason, an... Posted by on Sat, 16 Apr 2005 12:58:00 GMT |
My poem! check it out and see what u think of it! |
For no longer do i deserve to die, cut my wrists and close my eyes, this deep heartache like riseing tides, no friends, I have no lie's, this darkend hallway never subsides, it's the dwelling place wh... Posted by on Tue, 22 Mar 2005 20:52:00 GMT |