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the sight of creeping objects, a small insect a reptile, a tiny kitten an over weight dog. The true meaning of life.all of us die-and in the mean time a few of us decide to live-Betty rocket recordswhat makes music great? Lyrics:the words marked on paper..the tale behind the writing..the person who spend a restless night staring into the eye of life..tears..sweat..scars and bruises...&

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A doll is a person who cannot lie -with a doll you are never aloneA[BOOK]:poetry:noval:crime:biography:fantasy: eat poetry to stay alive once you forget about poetry you've forgotten about life what is life? a poem of love a poem of betayal a poem of forgivnessand in the end you finish the poem. ..any way you may want it to end..what will it be?your life in your own hand..couldn't save yourselfMusic: the beat of a bass controlling the body..hear the sound of the drum running through your vains..and so the young man hits the floor ..so tired..not what he meant to do..but the voice was haunting so delightful and the note they played was so beautiful..he played it..we heard it..breath..take us away comment box

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Ivy The Great

Home A doll is a witness who cannot die,
with a doll you are never alone.
-margaret atwood

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all of us die-and in the meantime-a few of us decide to live.’-Bettie

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Glitzy

Ellie Electric

KJ Killa

Ric

Nancy

Micheal

Tito

Kevin

Valerie

elliot

Andy

Sandra

Ez boy

Josh

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and she lived happily everafter

..and she lived happily everafter in a fairytale world that is so far from being home where elves and dwarfs exist and everything goes well..and it snows and the rose its alive  never  to di...
Posted by ivy the great on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

selfish frown

Breathing in a world filled with so much disgust perverted in such  numerous conduct Ill-fated traditions that direct us to a life in agony in torture in hell Where the scars are so noticeable...
Posted by ivy the great on Mon, 28 Aug 2006 07:30:00 PST

kissing farewell

What once was but whispers has become something more than a shout. A shout that is meant to torment and deceive, one that kills so slowly and painful, one that many have so willingly thrown themselv...
Posted by ivy the great on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 11:58:00 PST

mixed poems

Broken mirror My soul in front of me it stood shattering to pieces like a broken mirror standing on its own but who was holding me but you. I scratch, I pulled, I spit, I ripped, and still you wouldn...
Posted by ivy the great on Sun, 06 Aug 2006 11:57:00 PST