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80 - WordsThere seems to be
No way to describe
The way that I feel right now,
But I am going to try.
How much more to want me to take?
How much more do you think I can handle?
Before my will breaks
Or burns out like the candle.
When that time comes
What will do you do?
Will you remember all that I spoke of
Or will they just be words to you?
Words that remain in your mind
But you cannot entirely remember what they were
Words that used to be important
When the situation called for them to reassure.
I told you of my life
Of my endless mistakes,
Praying that you would never repeat them
And realize why people call me a fake
The music is
our eyes deceive usim walking down a broken path,apon this path is a split in the road,i hesitate,and look down the seemingly normal, bright lit, and music filled road, i already know the conclustion from walking down this path, but i have a substantial attraction to it. i look down the new path, it's dim, dark, and mildly dreary, some lights on the side of the road fading, its fankly odd from my perspective, but this path is new, undiscoverd, unknown, and while i look apon this path, i have the distant feeling of love, embrace, and passion. i slow my pace, and with little thought i start to find my way down the new road. i always was attracted to new things.
Distopia ThesisSpiraling down the psyco-path; I feel my wrath; I couldn't sleep,
Wide awake, one night, I had a fight, under the stars, so I creep,
Back into the house, beside which lied a louse, dead drunk just like I was,
But I started thinking: has he departed? he moves, and there was fuzz,
Under his arms, in which sprung many charms, out in the air, and into my face,
He opened his eyes, of which I couldn't despise; the embarrasment he must have felt, longing for embrace,
He was as naked as the day he was born; his heart was torn into a thousand pieces,
I held him as he cried of a world he had to abide; told him a story in which lies a thesis,
To My Special FriendOnce upon a time, I met a man,
I met a man I couldn't stand,
In a wheat field far from home,
The field waved with me, and I was alone,
I couldn't stand the way he talked to me,
The irresistable way I couldn't hate what I see,
He looked in, and so did I,
We saw each other, in the sky,
He loved what he saw; I did too,
The way we helped each other when our lives were blue,
Secondary reincarnation is the term used to describe him,
The trees canapied the path we walked, and we sat on a limb,
And talked until the mist covered the ground,
Told me several things in one round,
Told me to write a story, name him, and that would be his nam
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More