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I'm sick of this.I'm sick of that.I'm sick of them, and her, and him.I'm sick of what is, and whats not.I'm sick of what I have, and have not.I'm sick of ex- girlfriends.I'm sick of the drama.I'm sick...
Posted by Master of the Puppets on Fri, 09 Jun 2006 03:18:00 PST |
Dedicated to a secret someone. |
Friends are lost, but we are for forever
I act and act and act.
No one hears my real voice.
I talk and talk and talk.
No one sees the real me.
I smile, I laugh, and I joke.
How many of you have seen m...
Posted by Master of the Puppets on Wed, 09 Nov 2005 05:00:00 PST |
December 7th, My 16th Birthday Poem. Clinging To a Bench. |
Sweet, sweet, ever so wonderful sixteen.
Sing with me; let our voices carry across the seas.
Oh the seven seas, of the corners of the world.
I know more of them then I do of me.
Is this a problem? Wil...
Posted by Master of the Puppets on Sun, 06 Nov 2005 09:52:00 PST |
Remember |
All the world's truth foretold in the eye of a pond.Every movement captured in the reflection on glassEvery word is heard, By every tree and birdNothing is forgotten for if it were then it never wasEv...
Posted by Master of the Puppets on Sat, 24 Sep 2005 03:59:00 PST |
