Days are nights...
threecrookedhearts6
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While these grey skies fade to blue,
A yellow light falls through.
Blue, green and yellow hold
Such simple, underrated beauty.
As hours pass, this fine night
Makes the summer sun look a black hole.
The moonlight intoxicates,
Lifts me up above it in hopes to heal.
A full moon between my body and soul,
The sun's kindness reflects on me.
A yellow light falls through.
Blue, green and yellow hold
Such simple, underrated beauty.
As hours pass, this fine night
Makes the summer sun look a black hole.
The moonlight intoxicates,
Lifts me up above it in hopes to heal.
A full moon between my body and soul,
The sun's kindness reflects on me.
“I don't know what this means. I don't think it means anything.”
-Eddie Vedder
-Eddie Vedder
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No one needs a smile more than someone who fails to give one,
After you die...you know how to LIVE!
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
-Eddie Vedder
yes, reading and writing poetry
is therapeutic, it's healing
as it's done, with feeling
Graduate of the School for Sexual Gifted....magna cum loads
?Therapy, it defintitely is, t least to me it is.
So I'd also like to thank everyone here for being eachothers' shrinks
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07
A-ment to that!
-Eddie Vedder
wow ..... BEAUTIFUL......look forward to reading more of your poems
it's only after you've lost everything ...that you are free to do anything....(Fight Club)
... I'll ride the wave...where it takes me....
- Antwerp '06, Nijmegen '07, Werchter '07