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DrowsyInsomniac
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Interests: Poetry, Creative writing, Roller coasters, Charcoal sketching, Sushi, Traveling, Staring blankly at the ceiling
Expertise: Writing, typing, Talking to people about their problems, Teach Martial Arts
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AIM:  DoubleFudgeYH
Member Since:
6/27/2004
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| Let it be a simple speck of dust
Or a broken bond of trust
Everything speaks to me
Gives a new perspective to see
I become what I write
The joy in a smile, the hate in a fight
The world is my muse and I am its voice
I speak of its pain, its wants, its joys
My mind, though young, is filled with words of wise
For I see through, not my own, but others eyes
And I share the word with those around
Giving messages to those who have heard no sound
And even if I only touch one person's soul
I know I have reached my muses goal | | |
| Father Time weaves his yarn
each fiber stretching to another second
His aged hands gently caress
each and every string of minutes
the colors change with every touch
as memories are immortalized....
Another tick of the clock
Another life touched
Another day
Another pain
Another love
Another hate
Another joy
Another loss
A mother's tear for her lost child
A man's love for his wife
A teen's shame over his actions
A lady's pride for her daughter
Moments go by
And Father Time
Picks up the thread
And weaves again..... | | |
| Glowing Desires
The stars, so far, in the glowing sky
Tantalizing they are, hanging up so high
But my fumbling hands will never touch
These Heaven’s tears I adore so much
I can only stare with wanting eyes
The taunting luminescence seems to mesmerize
Toy stars I once had to call my own
But since then, my desires have grown
The plastic decors aren’t the same
Sure I can grasp them, but what will I gain?
A cottage-cheese textured ceiling cannot replace
The diamond-studded blanket I wish to embrace
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| My heart lies as an empty canvas
Supported by the easel of your arms
Your love comes over me like a quick paintbrush
Spreading emotion across me
Starting with a light shande
in the small corner of piece
but as time grew on, you mastered your skills
and the colors spread and mix
Now a bright spectrum of love and happinness
are painted on my once white heart
and this beautiful masterpiece you've created of us
Is a priceless treasure to me
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| Everything is meant to break
nothing ever retains it's shape
For deep inside we all want to fall apart
Lose our emotions and then break hearts
We constantly stretch and bend
Treat abnormality like a friend
So let us crack and let us break
For we aren't meant to keep this shape | | |
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