~Teh-KaBoOki
doesn't like the memories - Status: Member
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mirrored imagein Flowers & Plants 11h 16m ago
IFthereif there was a star in the sky - i'd wish on it. if there was a price on my life - i'd sell it. if there was a song i could sing - i'd sing it. if there was a dream i could dream - i'd dream it if there was a thing i could do..a single thing - i'd do it. if there was a place i could go..i'd RUN if there was a secret place no one knew...i'd HIDEIFthere
but there's not-- ... --so i won't
in Spoken Word on 5/29/08
lockedOUTorINin Conceptual on 5/26/08
like a GYPSYLike a gypsy. always searching. run-run-run away never stop to look behind you never stop to say goodbyelike a GYPSY
like a gypsy always running “gotta get out of here” “can't take it any more” never think about where you're going never think about what you're leaving.
Like a gypsy ..only misdirected lost..and confused.
Leaving behind everything that ever meant a thing running full speed ahead - to nothing -
a trail of dust is all that's left behind which soon fades away, along with the memories. &nb
in Spoken Word on 5/26/08
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It has been my experience that when asking any number of people to describe the place they grew up, few ever respond with words such as “mesmerizing“, “awe-inspiring”, or “filled with unfathomable vigor and passion“. For myself, those words are inadequate still to describe the place responsible for molding and shaping me. I was raised not a house, not a place to dwell; and yet, it is the only place I call home. Skyline Gymnastics Center Ltd.; tucked deep inside the Industrial Park of York, PA; is far more tha
by *motionlessSndtrk
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- Current Age: old enough to know.
- Current Residence: Louisiana
- Interests: Photography/Writing
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Blues, Jazz, Indie
- Favourite poet or writer: Changes daily
- Operating System: Lovely dell. (NOT)
- MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano
- Shell of choice: the turtle kind :)
- Tools of the Trade: Canon Powershot - 8.0 megapixels
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Devious Comments
glad to know i made you smile!
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
it makes me smile anytime i hear anyone else say it
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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I am obsessive.
ily. ♥
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hey! i've been following your silhouette.
played it like I hadnt yet.
hey! did you dub him as your pity pet?
throw him like a cigarette, down.
the murder starts now.
you basically rock.
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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~Maxine
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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'Does it hurt?'
'Dyin? Not at all,' said Sirius. 'Quicker and easier than falling asleep.'
Avvie by =RoseSagae
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do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
thnx for letting me know
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I'm so happy cause today i found my friends
They're in my head
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[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
--
----
[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
--
----
[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
----
[...a secret was concealed.]
it rose like thunder, clapped under our hands!
it s t r e t c h e d for centuries to a diary entry's end;
where i wrote:
you make me happy when skies are grey.
--
do you remember, when we were just kids?
and cardboard boxes took us MILES, from what we would miss?
amazing how life turns out. we end up hurting [being hurt by]the only ones we really love.
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