

burnt beneath my shadowto once be known in this world, lost in my own tragic moment, a child should never trade. a being is his own- taking this in his presence, breathing; losing all that makes him. .lost. we all wish it away; we all wish our lives forward; in the end it is that wish: that wish that ends everything.burnt beneath my shadow


the cloverthe gentle caress of a soft droplet soothes the feel for tomorrow. the slow swills motion in circles, forming waves and whirlpools in sweet nature.the clover
pools begin to form as the firefly beckons its slumber. a beautiful romance of day and night begins; nature speaks to all that will listen to it's plight.
the rustle of leaves, toying in the instance, calls out to the clovers in the field; soft patter: a thunderous crash... a single clover reveals a comforting smile.
silence amongst the trees, endless yet over in seconds; the ni


forever .In A Waking Moment. as i lay, thinking, in my bed, i want to be alone, but i don’t forget her. i want to be around not a one; except for that single bright light that shines through the pitch that is my room. my sanctuary has been contaminated, my fortress has been breached, yet i need not shed a tear; it need not be so, for as true it is, this beauty is always welcomed with love. i close my eyes, and let this intruder have her way with me, for i am never strong enough to fight her beauty. her beauty is everything i could ever ask for. she believes herseforever .In A Waking Moment.


the taste of your tears. I'll long remember the sound of your voice. Stuck inside of me is a fear that never dies. It's endearing complacency with my torture only drives my heart further into a void. Together we are not, and I'll always wish we were. Forever I will be, and never will I see that light again. I'm still your affection, and I'll never stop loving you. The bittersweet feeling will always caress my soul. That last view of you has imbed itself into my eyes. My love doesn't die, but it does suffer. It has gthe taste of your tears.


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whisper, whisper, sad iridium her seashore smile is found in these and my sub-infinites,
expansive, and thought of
at the last moment she inhales clean air she; desert rose, in broken thoughts she wanders. nearby,
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You've been struck by...
A smooth deviant.
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It doesn't get more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass!
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Mmm...brains...
But you are indeed right; some of my work hold a certain affection with me, both good and bad.
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It doesn't get more serious than a Rhinocerus about to charge your ass!
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Mmm...brains...
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Give me the strength to close my mouth and retrain that voice.
Find me the key to chain down those thoughts, lock away my heart and unopen my mind.
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The strengh and the key come from within us. We all have an opinion and a voice to express oursel
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