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01-15-2005, 01:06 PM
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D A Y D R E A M
Surrounded by time, I sit back and dream Imagine myself in the most beautiful scene... The water runs clear The sky drowning in blue In the shade of a tree, the perfection is you. Conversation grows long and dusk takes the sun A purple haze takes the sky, the night has begun.. In the light of the moon, we walk in the breeze Swallowed by the forest, embraced by the trees In the distance we see a clearing parts the path Holding hands with the river is a thick bed of grass We sink to the ground and you whisper so sweet And ever so ..gently.. you make love to me.. You kiss my lips, caress my face Through my hair, your fingers lace The stars shine bright in the clear sky above The touch of your hand is the touch of love...... .....The daydream interupted, as the phone, it rings, I rise to answer it, wonder who it could be.. "Hello," you say, like a dream come true. "Hey sweetie," I reply, "I was just thinking of you..." copyright©1996 TB
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01-16-2005, 02:40 AM
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While She Sits There
While she sits there, All alone, Surronded by friends, But still on her own, She thinks of death, Sweet surrender, And the sharp razors, Tat will mend her, With every cut she makes, She comes closed to dying, With every poems she writes, She comes closer to crying, She feels so alone, Like nobody knows, Every flying insult, Worse tan a blow, And it seems so bleak, So hard and unkind, As she cries herself to sleep, Losing her mind, And she reaches for the phone, And realises no one cares, Glances down at her thigh, And makes a fresh tear, And while it hurts inside, It only gets worse, Until the ultimate end, Driven away in a hearse.
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01-16-2005, 02:40 AM
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Scars
They're a constant reminder, Of things I don't want to remember, It's like the aftermath of a fire, And that one burning ember, It could start a blaze, Or die and fade out, But I guess that's what cutting, It's all about, The scars on my legs, And problems of the past, And I'll always hope, That they'll never last, After all they're a death wish, Another thing wrong, And no matter what, There's scars skinny and long, Made with a razor, So elgantly said, So there is no other choice, Than to just go to bed.
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01-16-2005, 03:04 AM
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Pretty Picture
author unknown Spinning rooms eyes a blur losing control of this I am sure. Glass is broken all over the floor no one will know for I shut the door. Pretty pictures all in a row why I do this I do not know. This time I will fill it all in each and every picture to the very end. The color that I am using is dark crimson red on my palette I have plenty won't run out until I'm dead. You walk in see a smile on my face look at my arms and legs at all the pictures that I traced. No need to call the doctor I've ran out of color my pretty picture is finished better call the coroner.
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Thanx, DemonFaerie.. 
