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Wandering
The streets are filled with the clamor of silence, As I walk arm in arm with the memory of you. I'd shed an ocean of tears, to break upon my soul, If only what I wanted was for real; to be had.. I'd give my arms and drown in sorrow if it'd help, If these things would abolish my fits of fear. Instead I hold my mind on the…
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Child Inside
There's still a child inside thru the years I've seen her come and go I've held her hand I've watched her as we've grown old and I've loved her everyday. She so much a lady and she laughs just like a child she's everything to me and when I look in her eye's I see all she has given to me all the thing's she will never know…
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ISO Moline Poster
I got engaged at the Oct 17 show. Would love to be able to find a poster.
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Looking for Submissions - Hot Valley Writers
Fiction, non-fiction, or poetry - you got any? Because we need it. Desperately. Our winter issue will appear Jan. 1, 2015. So please contribute. Any questions, shoot me a PM. Thanks! "
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Verses Versus Chorus - A musical endeavour
Well I said I would share something with the community long ago.. Over the past four years I've been playing in dingy bars in a semi-serious band, 'Yes, Please & Thank You' we had our setbacks as well as our triumphs. Recently we all moved our separate ways (cause life does that to young folk) and I've been recording my…
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poem: (the) shadow of shame
has sound weighs as mountains builds in (d)anger resides on edge no bones no solid meat no color yet sight far & thru like wind feathers light fast or smooth like razors on knocking doors memory in hiding as sewage rats & disease fleas shit & piss sit in the shade
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poem: miles high & falling
you can hear the apple coming to the ground tree crying losing another (you would then) see the cross of constellation whimpering like a child she couldn't understand just yet each following year she lived more raggedy before too many centuries had past her hair split those eye once shined red now coal black her misplaced…
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"Blank sheet of paper"
I haven't posted here in awhile, but I'm going through some writer's block and would like some feedback. This is a chorus to a song I am writing. Let me know what you think. So I search my heart to find something deeper For the words I’d say if I just happened to see her But I just sit here alone, with a blank sheet of…
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The marathon of thought
Thoughts!! On your marks... Set.. Go!! And with a bang the manic begins...... Watch them, like lucid living things, Clamoring over one another through my brain.. Zigging and zagging through the pattern sets. Which will be "The One"? Which will survive ? It starts out simple enough, one zillion thoughts.. Fighting for…
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norse
when i take her hand & hold her snowy breasts warm against the vines in my hair opening are the skies & those high above great halls all our ancestors holding banners with running over goblets splashing about a once messy battle field below has been years removed blood stained with violence screaming is still heard from…
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Webs
It seems to me.. That my soul should appear haunted.. Webs in corners, Built by times of joy, sadness, hurt, fear.. Many "spiders" have spun here. As I walk these hallowed halls of the past, I am wrapped up in them. They cling to me, shattering realty into pieces of the past, opening wounds. I stand amidst them all,…
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smaerd 6:05/7:29 eyes
i've eyes into your dreams yours here catching pillows my where they go off away it's always been gold as sounds colors rage pissed or blissful intercourse offering it up the wicker basket full of silver each blanket warming the coldest mountain we'll soon see those mad streams yet you ran you became your favorite willow i…
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poem: 8:13/9:13
you just about pissed me off but you did not what you did achieve was this i nearly sold both my guitars but i realized that was bad thinking on my part gave away this antique birdcage dropped off the lamp you gave me at the salvation army sold the lawnmower $0.15 tomorrow some older gentleman is stopping over & i'm…
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Sleepless
Minutes fall away, a heaping pile gathers. Wakeful and hopeless, restless and tired. Too many sheep to count, and no time. Sleep must find me soon, Sandman??? Where are you you fucker?? Why so late?? Others soundly sleep. Rhythmic breaths... So annoying to hear their sweet slumber!! Even the beasts find rest.. Not my eyes!…
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Enormous
There’s no question, I want to lift you up because you lift me up you open me up and me give me a hopeful view a huge feeling that there is space in the world expanding days... expanding mind... a BIGGER HEART! Love, love, love, love, love it’s here in my center for all of us existing and I wonder, how can we all live and…
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Falling Into Bed with You
red leaves and brown leaves all around yellow stars scattered with feathers and sticks the moss exudes a moist scent lying still and looking up a colorful rain of leaves float down up above, a sky full of clouds the air, when still, has no sound but when it moves i hear it sing the creaking trees also speak to me they sway…
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as if two colors
dark red to orange contrast with your splash of mid twilight blue neon red planet with one moon observing absorbing the view there's nothing in the world which the backyard can't call its own night or its vision but this night I'm thinking just of you
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Proximity
And my heart opens once again as if just as if it’s some kind of chemical reaction put this with that mix it, and… it unlocks!
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God's Parking Lot
the old black garbage bag moved speedily through the parking lot seems to take on a life of it's own rolling on the wind it's path unknown except for the one watching projecting the movement anticipating it's end not random at all and never against the wind
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There's no mystery
I just wanted to be loved.
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"Once More"
Chosen memories, those forgotten remnants, remembrance embraced. These precious moments, unfolded and left unframed. Pensive steps untraced, wandering aimlessly upon lines sacrosanct. Perhaps, we remember in order to forget. Blissful happiness and eternal damnation spiraling down again. The lies that ride on tomorrow will…
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poem - 12 & 1
it's all just about over many roads ride those tired hills where weary lines fade
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EDDIE VEDDER TATTOO, SET LIST FONT...
Hello fellow PJer's. I am looking to get a Tattoo done up this year and I want the lyrics from I am Mine written on my back. I know i was born I know that i'll die the in between is mine I am Mine... Can anyone here do this for me? I know there must be some one out there that has done it or can do it. Please message me or…
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drawers
violin lettuce 3 marbles water bird whistle letterhead umbrella rose-colored fitted sheet mini cement truck box of petals tickets peeps venizon heavy-duty zipper thread meteorite Freddy Fender CD reindeer pez dispenser gears yeti print napkin foghorn leghorn drinking glass one B string sheep
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biting days
to this life eaten up by the what is every day day after day after biting our life as if popcorn. stop that my day must wait not done my plate, now wait stop that good night good morning gone stop that good night good morning gone now and what's next now and what's next now and what's next fork knife spoon hand moon coming…
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bearing straight
tell me when to stop please because I don't even know without control do you know what it is to pour yourself fucking over all everything and actually become it so much and you don't look back because you know there’s nothing did you ever? then you would know this rip and this bearing and the no welcome hello? v once in…
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bathtub
Volumes of magic entrusted with you I see it spread so deeply when you surround it so dirt-like it spread so deeply why do you surround it so dirt-like why does it fit - like an elbow to a hand - just rightly? imagination's that capable capability that imperceptible or would this be accomplished anyway without us
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Half I Astronaut
~~~ I wrote a poem décembre mommy don't you know follows me the poem is written have to me the words never again this I said these from my mouth up coming out of songs I would spit out they I said chew up me, spit out me they said what they are good say to me came from rattle in the room with astronauts purple tortoise's…
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Begins with A
bring me like a cross to you the deeper you drive it the more I know 45 is not 54 9 times 6 9 times 5 9 times 4 9 times the perfect circle is 3 times 3 but two it is and 36 plus O like a party with your friends at your wrist you can't resist tell me the story I write about because you me me me you you
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else
to finally meet someone so capable of such the same feat as big and wonderful you could possibly define to climb & mount effortlessly to meet the entwine but lo, to have to hang your head, low the same couldn't meet you this rang from below the same that you thought's not the same that you know there's nothing here now…