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From childhood's hour I have not been As others were; I have not seen As others saw; I could not bring My passions from a common spring. From the same source I have not taken My sorrow; I could not aw...
Posted by on Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:49:00 GMT |
flop |
Her heart's made of steel
Mine's made of plaster
With so much pressure
I'm deteriorating faster
It's ending now
It's ending badly
I'm crying for help
I'm screaming madly
But no one listens
T...
Posted by on Mon, 09 Nov 2009 19:02:00 GMT |
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Graveyard angel
sings to the lonesome boy
from the highest of heights
Of morbid heaven
the rain fell,
hammering down
and all the mute boys
and blind men
and dogs
eroded from there fossilis...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Oct 2009 16:51:00 GMT |
he's cold |
give him a candycoat.
he can't swim but he can float.
one by one they all fall down
i look at him and drown.
Posted by on Sun, 27 Sep 2009 15:13:00 GMT |
untitled |
i hear that: 'music calms the savage beast'but my strings they are all broken.so now this is my last attempt.a weak, and feble motion...the pen is mightier than the swordbut much less use to fight wit...
Posted by on Sat, 29 Aug 2009 18:24:00 GMT |
