First
to pieces,
then to dust,
He captured her with words;
Of gold, freed
with silver tongue,
imbibing
every verb.

Mainlining
e v e r y
poetic
word
THE BUZZ
is
w
o
r
t
h
i
t
.
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.

Little feet
on mounds of earth
Lots of stamping
childrens' mirth
Jumping mole hills
wellies high

How fast these precious times go by

Little voice from mum (disguised)
wonderment shines in widening eyes
believing the poor jangled mole had said

**"Stop Stamping On My Head!"

If I could rap,?
  I'd be on the map.
Id have my own town! that never could frown.
we-would-all-go-rage,
and   have   our   own   page.
Fun on the Run
made Day.   By  day, No pay to play.!
we would be made to live on the stage..
It's not like i Hate this suciety,
.....It's just not a riot.,..
we're not alone if you'd quit being quiet.
some people don't have enough faith to speak up and be proud,.
It's called "originality"

And if you have bin to the point where lifes just crap?,
you've taken the pain of that hard life slap
lifes a ***** so play with it's wack
for this moment
don't turn to no crack

you cant go wrong,
[step out side and]
[Hit this ****.]
.and get you're *** into
this_

     Aroma of the happiness
Now you laugh., just at that past.
YOU made New, and You got through
any person,
Can take the flight
because we all just live to die -riiight?.
       young at heart with a tid of stupidity.
expect a melloo for you're hello  cause I'm always high nd it's hard to say bye (:
******* say hell no cause there brains just be jello
^^peace with out dat sappyness^

We* are bold but yet so cold,
         Live and die.
         Move on don't lie ...
         Fear no fate of you're to late
While I stay you would not wait.
In your thaughts felt so scarce,
Left behind in a lonely place
with left grace into my place I'm my light
dark in the fright.

When the last memory says
I have to remember
all the layers that whisper in these rooms.  
My fingers become blind
to the passing warmth of years
my lips have forgotten
way too soon.

I always knew
the rambling name
of the nights when I smiled
at the voices of the stars.  
This is when I felt the air lingering
inside of a time
when I knew I could stand
where you are.

Faded hours fall
from my childhood scars
like solemn words set fire in streams
to all I speak.  
Still, I accept your arms
and give you all my love,
knowing.......
no breath of mine will sleep.

A knowing is left
like a sound subdued in my ear,  
and I savor the notion
that your words lie underneath.  
I read each line
one more time....until,
the end of us
is a tear
I'll never weep.