

I knew a fighter...The memories that you cling to. The hateful shadows of all you do. The screaming ghosts that bring you fear. They're needled shackles that tie you here.I knew a fighter...
It's true we drag our past with us always. That we never forget the lessons of gone days. But, you can never let it keep you holding To a way of life that leaves you choking.
I didn't see what brought you to this. Couldn't say what balls your fists. I won't claim to know what sins you made. I can't say life will ever be the same.
However, know that your friends will forgive you. If it's what yo
Inseperable

AgeSilence is unheard of, At 42 Crescent Avenue. Laying awake in the early hours, With a pillow over his head; Wishing for it to block out the voices from the living room, Or censor his breathing - He cries, As he begs his parents to stop digging their claws into each other\'s skin, To tear away what they've both become.Age
Mother's crying at the way life fails to please her; Father raises his voice, To cut away her tears to melt away the guilt that he's failing to provide; Failing to love the conflict of interest, They call a marriage.
In a cycle of a
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"Get out of my Face!" --- "I'll get inside your face!!!"
~Lol <3 just stopped in to say Hi.
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Where would we be without Velcro?
Welcome back mate, now give me some shit that isn't just about you... *scoffs* God.
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Next to silence, that which expresses the inexpressible...is music.
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I am not god.
I'll see what I can do.
out of practice....will suck.
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I am perfectly flawed and happy that way.
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I am perfectly flawed and happy that way.
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~xXx~
Just remeber that last call=last resort....
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I am perfectly flawed and happy that way.
You want my constructive criticism? I'll try to sum it up.
Your poetry is always composed off of a beautiful concept. It feels like the idea was thought out very well, but the wording was thrown on top of something that could have been immaculate. I feel emotion when I read your poetry, but it could be so much more.
Anyway...there it is. What do I know anyway?
I could have just walked in my livingroom and told you this, but it feels so much dirtier posting it on your page.
I love you and I hope that you will keep posting your poetry for everyone to enjoy. You have touched my life in so many ways, now share some with everyone else.
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Where would we be without Velcro?
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Whats your favorite shape? I love triangles ^.^ I am a member on Poetzhaven, come join!
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Next to silence, that which expresses the inexpressible...is music.
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