'Friends'I remember the day well, The anxiety and fear that left me Trembling like a junkie, gone without a fix. There were no narcotics to soothe my veins,'Friends'
No sweet elixir. At least the addict, in his pains Has something to look forward to.
Perhaps when you said the words, The OED would have been in order, Because they didn't seem to fit, My definition at least:
Acquaintances, yes, but so much more, We were. And now we neither Like nor trust,
How absurd.
'Friends', What an empty word.
CatcherI read a book today, I saw things in a different way, It brought a smile to my face.Catcher
It’s a bit like a montage Like when a face becomes a vase, It fitted in its place.
It’s not revealed perversion, Or brought out a conversion, Or made some kind of plea.
It wasn’t a condemnation, Nor some striking revelation, But it made me feel good, y’see?
The Sun Never SetsSail away to distant shores, And bring me back a pearl, Be sure to write, and let me know, Of everything you learn.The Sun Never Sets
Sail away to distant shores, An adventure across the sea, A new land ripe with bounty waits, Bring something back for me.
Sail away to distant shores, Take all that you can see, The people there don't mind at all, We’ll just do as we please.
Sail away to distant shores, I’m sure you’ll make me proud, The brave men of our land can do, No harm on God‘s fair ground.
Hope for ChangeWho'd have thought that when we awoke The sun would rise with usual pride? I expected showers of gold With seraphim to cross the sky.Hope for Change
You'd think that, so was he revered, No mere man could have seized this day, The anointed one of Israel Had come to us from Kenya's plains.
In this age, though it may well seem The nations of the world are free, Our leaders are in name alone, In truth, we must be led by he.
It seems that something new at last Is found in humankind's elite, Of a class man has always known, He is the first without deceit
Garden of Evil Garden of Evil by Shannon TurnerGarden of Evil
The heavy footsteps as my worn-out sneakers collided with the rough grey pavement echoed around the entire neighborhood in the dusky glow. From somewhere behind me, I heard a familiar voice anxiously yell, “Dahlia! Dahlia!”
The
White Picket White Picket By Shannon TurnerWhite Picket
There is something about this city that I hate. I’ve hated it ever since I could remember. The thing is, I have never been able to put my finger on what exactly it is about this city that I hate. Perhaps it’s how the infinite hills make it almost impossible to ride a bike or jog. Or, the freezing weather and icy roads that arrive early fall and stay until late spring. It could also be that my cousin’s dog who I loved was hit by a car and killed many summers ago on a faraway street named for this
sor-i would build the sky for you a protective dome of silver and blue where the stars come out and cradle your head where you can have what you want and i don't want what you havesor-
but i couldn't stop and i couldn't stop
and i couldn't stop and i couldn't start
to pick up the pieces of your broken heart
much as i wanted to, much as i loved (for) you, much as i wanted wanted wanted
to make everything new.
i can't sleep anymore and i can't look at the stupidest things like dogs and c
Hmm
Relief
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LOVE: A Temporary Insanity, Curable By Marriage
where are you?
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LOVE: A Temporary Insanity, Curable By Marriage
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Jill..
one would think your da-self had died.
write us a journal at least
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Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you some of mine.
you can never get rid of me :grin
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Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you some of mine.
HEY LETS LEAVE A POINTLESS COMMENT ON JAMI'S PAGE
and then i deny that i just typed jami.
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Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you some of mine.
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Tell me all your secrets and I'll tell you some of mine.
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