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If I could paint, and painted a thousand pictures; If I could write, and wrote a thousand books; If I could sing, and sung a thousand songs, it would make no difference.
No brush, no pen, no voice, can capture your eyes or smile, nor can paint, words or notes steal away your heart, so what good would it do?
Instead I'll write this little poem, a Sunday lullaby for the heart, and maybe letting go will be a little easier and moving on not so hard.
It's when we're left with nothing, when all hope and faith
by ~system7878
DrinkCome now my friends, come drink with me tonight, drink, get drunk and be merry, let's drink, drink to all our heartbreaks, drink to all our failures, drink to all our tears.Drink
And when we're drunk and wasted, hopeless moments celebrated, maybe then the world will give us one moment worth drinking to...
by ~system7878
SpidersIt rains... It storms... the knot tightens, squeezing from me every drop of my blood, my life, all hope.Spiders
The rain drenches me, storm winds chill to the bone sending shivers down my spine, spiders spinning their webs throughout my body.
Flashing scenes, fantasies, dreams... the rain envelops me, covers me, embraces me. It's getting cold, when will it stop raining?
by ~system7878
Rain...drop after drop, watch them fall... slowly at first, and then faster, and faster... ...till it storms.Rain
...drop after drop, softly singing... bringing calm, that sweet feeling, drop after drop... ...then silence.
...drop after drop, you can smell it in the night air... then you dream, with a smile... ...drop...
...drop after drop... she never stops crying, and you lie there... feeling the tears, you lie there.... listening to her sobs, you lie there... &n
by ~system7878
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The ParkSunshine smiles and laughter Bombard your emptiness, And you know you’re not welcome. But you sit there anyway. Sulking in your death-metal. As you stare blankly at the sun, Which burns your eyes.The Park
A pair of girls, dressed in pink. Their laughter stops and they Stare fearfully at the hate That rests in your eyes And the paleness of your skin Is so unnatural.
Their innocent eyes come to rest, On the chaos of your skin. Pain lies clear in pale white scars Seem to fight for their place On my arm, under dappled light, Of the ap
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- Current Residence: Centurion
- Interests: Music, books, comics, clubs, parties
- Favourite movie: The Departed
- Favourite band or musician: Rammstein
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite artist: Christopher Shy
- Favourite poet or writer: William Blake / Stephen King
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/system7878
- Email: lsbester@gmail.com
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Never knows best...
You know you want to... just do it!
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I rather be a free man in my grave that live as a puppet or a slave
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