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jason-king
American I'm no poet, I'm just a guy who likes to write.
The world turns and my heart stops as the girl walks through the door she walks past the boys flaunting her grace walking on 30 inch heels beyond all the other girls she comes closer my heart goes from stillness to running at full pace closer... my hands become cold closer... my mind goes blank closer... my throat dries closer... she walks past me not even knowing I'm there I'm encased in a cloud of despair The world keeps turning.
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Dec 5, 2010
Dec 5, 2010 at 8:24 PM UTC
Keeps on Turning
The Moon glows bright in darkened night it is only a ***** mirror that The Sun uses trying to brighten our night like it does our day and we give the Moon all the credit for what the Sun does even though it only shines full one night and we curse the whimsical clouds that block it from us now and then that we have stared at so vividly in the day that inspire us so greatly in our art and still we feel passion while basking in the glow of the Moon with it's many changing faces while the Sun shatters our nocturnal fantasies with it's never fading smile never expressing it's inner glow.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 8:39 PM UTC
Hello Moon, Toodle-oo Sun
The woods grow deeper as a walk and I can see for miles there is no light at the End and all I can do is look at the path behind me. I can't bring myself to turn back but neither can I move forward and the sweet taste of life leaves my mouth like the lost taste of a lover's lips. I do not miss this taste of life but I would not scorn it's return. At least I am able to sit, and rest, and enjoy the fruit's of nature until a breeze lift's me up and I continue on this trail until I reach the end and lose the taste again.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:43 PM UTC
On the Trail
I'll write you a poem a story of a man who's never known this world and I will write it with ease and beauty and you will love it and you will love me but when you ask for me to tell the tale of myself you will get nothing but contempt. my story is my own it belongs to me and only I will know it.
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Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:28 PM UTC
My Story
Lion-O his sword raised cries to the heavens "THUNDER, THUNDER, THUNDER!" Mumm-ra laughs and sends his troops Lion-O decimates them Thundercats, **
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Aug 22, 2010
Aug 22, 2010 at 5:41 PM UTC
Thundercats