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Geek*I originally wrote this as a song, but after a while I came to like it better as a poem. / I remember the first time I saw you, / It was a star filled summer's night.
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May 21, 2012
The DreamersWe sell dreams at a cheap cost to the young, and the hopefull. / Handing them out, but allowing very few to actually achieve, and once you reach the real world, or the guerilla warfare plagued hallways of your local high-school...the dreamers suddenly turn into the outcasts. / The "foolish few", so to speak, but before you ever scoff at someone with a dream...think back to a time not long ago, when you were young, starry eyed, and ready to take on whatever this strange world threw at you, now ask yourself this...what happened?
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May 3, 2012
Behind The GlassWho's the man behind the glass? / No face, no mask. / He is neither white, nor black.
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May 2, 2012
Every BeatThe days stretch apart, no recollection of the last. / I guess that's how it goes, living young, dumb and fast. / I show no anger to the past that has molded me, but regrets I still hold with greif.
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Apr 19, 2012
This CalmThis calm, is always sweeter than the one before it. / It's voice smooth as silk, like always, but each time it is made with a finer thread than the last. / This calm is as soothing as the steady rain that interrupts a hot summer's day, and yet...thunder will come and shatter this calm, leaving me waiting for the next.
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Apr 19, 2012
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