July 2012
24 posts
Until The Sun Rises Through The West
I said I would only have a taste of what is wrong with this place but I’ve settle a tent already and I’m planning to stay until the sun rises through the west
June 2012
17 posts
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I carry her alive in between the lines of the poetry I write
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I welcome them.
A mystery is heard through the voices of the ghosts that invade my head. They speak clearly and loudly, and as a seed that is planted on fertile ground, ideas grow within me In the hope they don’t lead me astray I welcome them.
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“Fear a man with a pencil or a pen, for he is capable of the greatest and the...”
– ean
Music.
Why I do not share music with anybody: I understand that not everyone likes the same thing, and I would really dislike it if this person that I shared my music with dislikes what I love so much; plus I wouldn’t allow him/her to talk trash about my favourite band. Yes, Music does come between friendship in my case.
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their wishes upon his succes
And as he drank from the cup of right he could taste the bitter side. He thought that just as coffee it could wake him up,
but it disturbed his soul.
Apparently the smiles around were not honest ones. They all wished for him to choke as he was drinking up.
Sometimes the R in friends simply falls off.
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The End.
When we said we knew we should have known better since for every start and every star there is an ending we cannot say we missed its approaching from where we stood we saw it coming
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Her ways.
She sighs She sings She smiles She’s all he needs
even though he knows so he acts as if he finds her beauty hard to believe
but it is only because he loves how she talks when she’s trying to convince him
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My love, as coffee, your favourite drink.
Grind my heart and use your favourite brewing method to extract only the finest flavours. Serve it hot for comforting sensations. Serve it cold for refreshing momentous. though do consume me as soon as possible unlike wine time is the death of me
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You are alive
at the top of your lungs shout when you’re alone let the entire world listen make them realize
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“It is ok because behind my words I hide.”
– ean
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State of mind. (lost)
what if luck has abandoned us? what if it is never coming back home? what if sunshine won’t shine upon us anymore? What if faith has lost faith in itself? what if it is crying somewhere hiding there from the pain being felt?
would it ever go back to just being to just being ok?
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Business Idea
We could sell dreams away we have baked tasty ones
I'm serious about my dreaming.
Most of the time I won’t share my dreams since the only thing people do, when I do share my thoughts, is laugh.
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