What does the glass think?Never trust a half full glass Either it yearns to be full Always wanting more Or longs to spill itsWhat does the glass think?
Liquid load in your lap It will never be content To just be a half full glass
A cure...The medicine that makes him feel So sick inside He takes to cures societies ills Perceived in him Conceived in them Scramble thoughts and bacon A side of toast Every day for breakfast He simmers in this biochem stew Yesterdays leftovers Left on him In him Stirred at a low boil The friendly doc Polite and fatherly Charging by the hour &nA cure...
Open micA pool of dark flickers around the candle, Where the flame can't reach They watch and waitOpen mic
for it all to start Creative passions flow through the night Originals and covers mingle as played by rookies and pros Some have lived hard, Some have hardly lived They all bring something They all bare that little piece
of their soul that screams "Show me, sing me, play me, SHARE ME" We applaud and we salute Well played or bad, new hat
or old All are welcome here All are welcome Spoken or played Whistle, viol
PearlFriends accreted around him Like the thin layers of a pearl Covering the dirty little core He calls his soul Shiny cover hides hidden filth of other thoughts He hides them away, so they haunt him at night Clawing at his dreams Slipping out in odd hours He drowns them and damps them Pearls never crackPearl
and always feel rough Never complete, never whole But slowly the dark is
sealed away.
The New Venusheartbeatrememb'ring absent kisses so sweet on my lips clutching at the vacancy that lies s o h e a v y on my pillowheartbeat
when i feel my heart ache i wonder where you are
nights of passion scars kissed away f a l l i n g faster every day
when i hear your heartbeat i know who i am
estrellitai tell you things that no one else knows how is it that your thoughts always mirror mine? giving Z a chance never made so much sense unbury my spontaneity and i'm alive againestrellita
the way your arms feel like they've always held me can it be real?
i didn't expect this kind of emotional penetration words that turn me into mush
you say "if only the stars weren't so far away"
let me be your little star let me shine for you you make me want to shine so bright can i shine for you? can i be your l
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Sick of traveling
random glomp
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I hope you continue to like what you see.
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Age is just a number, maturity is the only thing that counts, too much and you get bored, too little and you won't get anywhere!
Getting dressed is creative because naked is your canvas!
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all walls are great if the roof doesn't fall
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If Life is Hell then live it up, you can't possibly go anywhere worse.
Me and some friends are planning on having a northern minnesota dev meet soon, so you should join to stay updated.
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`steal my words and i'll stab u with my pencil
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very much appreciated.
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Hi there.
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