Monday Nov 10 5:57amSo I've been closed, for quite a while. I've shut my heart, and put on a smile.Monday Nov 10 5:57am
A look inside, you dare not take. To lower my walls, a mistake I will not make.
I feel myself, slipping away. I'm turning cold, with nothing to say.
I can't explain, what's made me change. I'm left empty, and a little deranged.
But then again, you know what they say. It's a lack of love, that makes you this way.
I wonderSometimes I wonder, if you're okay, Sometimes I wonder, is I'm okay.I wonder
Sometimes I wonder, where you are, But when I'm with you, I feel so far.
Away, away, away.
Sometimes I wonder, who you are, Sometimes I wonder, if we've gone too far.
Sometimes I wonder, how did this start, But I know when it stops, then so will my heart.
Away, away, away.
Take Me Away
Sometimes I wonder, why you're gone, Sometimes I wonder, what went wrong.
Sometimes I wonder, what I should say, But does it matter, since you
InsanityIt came to me. Last night around 2 am. As I was once again gripped by insomnia. This curse that sets a spark to a creative explosion. Words come hurtling out. Yet, fluid and in an orderly fashion. I quickly grab for this infernal piece of machinery. And record the verses one by one. And when it is written. It is gone. And I read it as if for the first time. It came. It was written. It was gone. Like all the others.Insanity
I think I'm going insane.
SometimesSometimes it's okay To turn around and walk away And never look back Or think about what's been left unsaidSometimes
But sometimes it's okay To look back to that day And wonder what you could have been Or the things you should have said
Sometimes The questions going through your mind When you see her with someone else And you start to miss her smile
Sometimes it's okay To try and forget about that day Or the year alone it took you Until you were okay
Three Of A KindStill around,Three Of A Kind
Through the town Chasing dreams For a clown
Old man’s luck And the game is over. Sweet Sally gave up And loans her room
Don’t you care? Don’t you know? John got married He’s gone for good.
Fooling about Roar, sigh or shout
Farewell heaven And heading south
Three of a kind To walk the line And the shallow brook To leave behind
Old times gone Along our youth Our dream’s broken For what he took
Don’t you care? D
by `gilad
Hello again...
Sarcastic
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
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Isn't it funny how the best poems come from the worst feelings?
Its hard to be enthused by politics, when all your heroes are dead...
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
x
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Isn't it funny how the best poems come from the worst feelings?
Its hard to be enthused by politics, when all your heroes are dead...
--
From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
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Isn't it funny how the best poems come from the worst feelings?
Its hard to be enthused by politics, when all your heroes are dead...
because there are so many better artists. especially here!!
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
I have blarged on your page. What are you gonna do about it? ^_-
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From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
--
Isn't it funny how the best poems come from the worst feelings?
Its hard to be enthused by politics, when all your heroes are dead...
--
From dehumanization to arms production,
For the benefit of the nation or its destruction
Power, power, the law of the land,
Those living for death will die by their own hand..
__.,._ (\__/)
(")_(")(+'.'+) die you feckin' bunny.
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