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Makin SoupMakin some soup with gator tail tips Tryin to hang out with the ruby red lips Got a deer in the headlights of my Cheverlet I think I can get her but I'll have to payMakin Soup
I take it all down and put it up the same And I'm gonna dry out before you know my name.
Eleven times more and you're a castaway The Earwigs are playin in a cabaret Down and sit and don't sit down Cactus green and sunshine brown
I take it all down and put it up the same I'm gonna drop out before you know my name
Spiders on the walls and spiders on the ceiling Words of redempt
by ~SBRIP
Dead Girls Don't Grow Tulips A memory. There was a time in my childhood that I look back upon with much vagueness, but also much curiosity. Some might speculate that the memory is curious to me because of its lack of clarity; however I have recently confirmed this to be an untrue assumption. It is because of what I do remember that brings me back to this memory time and time again. I know now that the reason I came back to this particular stitch in time was not to unearth the forgotten images from my past. There was something I could learn about myself on this particular day. And what I learned came from the obscurity of this remembranDead Girls Don't Grow Tulips
by ~SBRIP
Little DittyDid you know I was capable of such beauty? It's ok, I've been amazed before too Which means I'm not bragging but I wonder if you've ever really felt alone When didn't you have someone to turn to? And when didn't I? How many times have we denied another's counsel To bask in our own Self-aflicted loneliness?Little Ditty
Did you know I was capable of such lies? Oh the things that I could tell you! All of the things that would really be true How about it? We lay down our weapons and our ammunition Lay down the walls we've built Just to keep each other out W
by ~SBRIP
For Someone Very SpecialIt doesn't bother me much Staring at your photograph Sometimes I even speak When I know that I'm aloneFor Someone Very Special
But When your picture talks to me That's when I know I'm missing you
I guess I've just lost touch And forgot how loud your eyes can laugh So I go back for a peek And I forget I'm not home
But Then your picture talks to me And tells me I'm just missing you
And I use it as a crutch To find the right path I don't feel so weak Because I'm not on my own
And then you talk to me So I tell you, I'm just missing you
by ~SBRIP
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A Taste of flesh and SpiritI stand before two trees, Both bearing fruit. One's fruit is beautiful, The other's, appears as the apple, Long fallen from the tree.A Taste of flesh and Spirit
It took no time for me to make my decision, I would eat from the tree that pleased my vision, I picked the fruit from the tree with delicacy, I looked at it once more, before I ruined this piece, As I bit into it, it so nasty, It tasted as fornication, adultery, uncleanliness, lewdness, idolatry, sorcery, hatred, contentions, jealousies, outburst of wrath, selfish ambitions, envy, dissensions, murders, revelries, dr
by ~thewhitefedora
listen -a solitary pleabe patient with me as I try to talk as I go around in unsteady spirals as I mumble and ramble and despaired in silence become while thoughts and the words and the wordless emotions rise up like a volcano or a river from my trembling hands and convoluted soullisten -a solitary plea
just listen please listen... do not pollute my strain don't look away with other voices and other worlds as I hand to you shattered and broken blood-stained and tear-covered of this puzzle
the pieces
just listen... patiently listen
by ~bundle-w
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- Current Residence: Missouri baptist university
- Interests: Poetry, music, wrestling, playing guitar, anything in nature
- Favourite movie: Requiem for a Dream, A Life Less Ordinary, Momento
- Favourite band or musician: Modest Mouse
- Favourite genre of music: Anything
- Favourite artist: Syd Barret, Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: John Stienbeck, Shel Sylverstien
- Favourite photographer: Ansel Adams
- Favourite style of art: I know nothing about style...
- Operating System: AT&T
- MP3 player of choice: ipod
- Shell of choice: Egg
- Wallpaper of choice: None
- Skin of choice: Ivory?
- Favourite game: Stratego
- Favourite gaming platform: A Stratego Board
- Favourite cartoon character: Rocko, from Rocko's Modern Life
- Personal Quote: Fuck it!
- Tools of the Trade: My Tool...you know what i'm saying..
- Email: snowbore03@aol.com
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