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punch-drunk
punch-drunk
Halfway up the glass does the water reach not so low, but protruding from the vase of life, flowers do not grow. Withered petals and sagging stems replace the living air, colours fade, death must obey, not alive to even care. But if i drop into the vase a magic thought from me, I can dream and think and see, the beauty that used to be.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 3:09 PM UTC
The beauty that used to be.
I got caught in the stream. The river that wont run dry. From sunlight to moonbeam, a constant cycle until we die. No dodging,  no evasion, no escape. The river will run with me. From the source seed to deaths mouth, it carries life into the dead sea. But the sea never fills. Some souls fly to heaven whilst the rest drown. And as the souls congregate at the gates, they'll step through to fall back down, and do it all over again.
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 2:31 PM UTC
Cycle of life
I'll sink to the bottom of the ocean, to the dust and sands that litter its depths. And i'll sink my fingers deep into your innocence, and fall ever so delicately through to you...
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Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:46 PM UTC
Discovery
... he's made himself at home. he's been a real ****** keeping me alone. an alien moved in... ... he's eating all my food. he's calling me all kinds of names and being really RUDE. an alien.moved in... ... he wants to remain. he wants to tease and torment take over my brain. take over my brain take over my heart take over my body... ... and that is just a start. he wants me to listen to every thing he's said he wants me to **** myself... ... yep... he wants me DEAD. I'll pretend that i don't hear him be the gracious host i am then when he's not looking I'll kick him in the can! he'll be evicted! I'll read my Word and PRAY He is not EVER welcome here I'm doing it... TODAY. I am getting him out of here This is not just talk I'm getting ready now... ... THIS SUCKER'S GONNA WALK!!! ♥ Catherine
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 1:23 PM UTC
an alien moved in...
Ask each and every man, and many will say, they've seen the light of gods to whom they pray, But are the gods a projection of fears? Or is my vision blurred by my own tears? Minds will clash as our ideas collide, But only in death does the truth reside, I'll wait for the day when clouds clear from the sky above, And men can swallow their pride and learn to love
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:59 AM UTC
Learn to love
As i look up i wonder, As i look down i ponder, As i look backwards i'm learning, As i look forwards i'm yearning.
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Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 6:12 AM UTC
Thoughts