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Plastic figurinesYour fingers tapping like tin soldiers, Marching on a table top. I was just little when they marched on, to war, or perhaps Sugar Plum fairies. There are silhouttes in the shade, looking for a face. Shadows dance, but only until sun up. When did you dissapear like that? Your fingers were tapping one day, and then the next, I could swear you were never there. Does this mean I am going insane? Leaves burn faster with gasoline, but why do they sound like light rain? Plastic figurines march on it seems and I am bursting at the seems. My head floats off like a balloon, when I think of youPlastic figurines
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To wonder...What is the dirt made up of, Besides the obvious? Of course there are stones and seeds and bugs, and what not, But what else is there? What spirits went into creating the earth we stand upon. I wonder what it will be like when I become part of that earth. I wonder if I have dug my hands into the mud and felt the souls Of those who have gone before. When will I join the hard earth below me? I wonder how it would feel to become part of everything. To eventually be nothing but bits and pieces nestled between stones and granite. And if it is true that you leave the earth when the eTo wonder...
by ~papajk
maybe you are happier nowAll I can say is that I apologize. It is a shame. It is a shame. But maybe you are happier now, Maybe you aren't so sad, Maybe I wont make you cry that way I used to. I couldn't do it all perfect. I'm sorry love. I'm sorry about the way things had to be. The way things changed, Between you and me. But maybe you are happier now, Maybe you smile more, Maybe you are happy. I hope you havent forgot the goodtimes.maybe you are happier now
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FlowersThere is a field behind my house Behind that old dusty hill That a river runs through, It churns and bubbles slow and still. It'd be a nice walk that perhaps we could take together. I'll hold your hand and walk ahead, To clear the branches that cut and scratch, So you dont have to. Perhaps we will have that beautiful weather, Warm, smooth and cool, When there is that electricty in the air That promises rain that never comes. I will sit you down in some flowers, Before I do of course to be the gentleman, And put a daisy in you hair, right behind your ear.Flowers
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- Current Residence: MA
- Interests: acting, writing, directing films, singing, listening to music, drawing comics
- Favourite movie: American Beauty, Fight club, and pulp fiction
- Favourite band or musician: Sublime, Elliot smith, and the shins
- Favourite genre of music: ska
- Favourite artist: elliot smith
- Favourite poet or writer: Robert frost
- Favourite photographer: I don't know any really
- Favourite style of art: umm dunno
- Operating System: a dell i guess
- MP3 player of choice: i don't have one. MINI DISC BIATCH
- Shell of choice: turtle?
- Wallpaper of choice: bannana
- Skin of choice: soft
- Favourite game: socom II
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
- Favourite cartoon character: Butters
- Personal Quote: " The best people are themseleves and i dont think you know who you are." -not me but i li
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...and the fact that you like ska makes it even better
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but you hafta comment lots & lots on my poetry to make up for aaall the effort i put into yours
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Woman came out of man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from his side to be his partner, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.
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Woman came out of man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on. Not from his head to be superior. But from his side to be his partner, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.
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Debase the beef... canoe. //whap!// Why does that strike me as not right?"
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Death, it's so cliché
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"Skrews fall out all the time sir.... the worlds an imperfect place."- John Bender, The Breakfast Club
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Debase the beef... canoe. //whap!// Why does that strike me as not right?"
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