[edit] ... Drat, seems I can't do anything smart recently. I was wrong there over again. o__o;; You can read people's scrapbooks. Not sure why I thought you couldn't.
I need to go study....


Life Will Go OnOur sins etched in stone Are past nations' pride A cheer met by a groan No one takes it in strideLife Will Go On
Can you leave the truth aside? Just for one day? Can you go back inside? And just love and play?
Of course not today Oh and never tomorrow Let's go back in the fray And keep hold of our sorrow
I'll leave you unharrowed If you'll not take the throne But a passage so narrow Leaves room only below


Seize the MomentIronic, a pauper Opportunity forsook Fearing his choice wrongSeize the Moment
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Each moment passing Brings more worry than the last Have I yet missed mine?


Nobler in PiecesMine's a nobler soulNobler in Pieces
And I'd give it all for you Time and again I would run through and through If I only saw the end
Mine's a nobler soul When rests in pieces than is whole
And now I'm ready to do anything To feel your embrace again My heart won't sit but sing Although I'm glad to be your friend
Mine's a nobler soul When rests in pieces than is whole So let's crush it down and make it new
I'm on the verge of giving in Waiting to think it through Even though I can't begin To see my life here without you &nbs


Rose Mom is crying again. What does she want me to do? Last time I told her what I thought, she slapped me, and told him. She promised she wouldn't tell him! She promised.... She's hurting so much though, ever since Dad left. I feel so sorry for her, but I just can't understand. After Dad left, she met Keith, and she knew he was rotten to the core, empty-headed, stone-hearted-! But she still stayed with him, and said she saw the love in his heart, his humanity; his flaws in his darker hours, and his goodness in hers. I suppose I understand a little, but still, how could she let him hit her like that.Rose


Stumbling After YouI want toStumbling After You
shout it
from the mountain tops, not whisper it in the alleyways,"Tomorrow is far away, and too crowded." Let's stow away in corners and letters until the coast is clear, the sun goes down, when the fireflies come out to find lovers of their own.
I want to know what they've known. I want to bear all of these delicious burdens.
Your mouth is like waking up early on Saturday morning, warm and difficult to leave. And when you go it takes
It is very appreciated
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If, erm, perhaps a tad late. Still though.
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Oh yeah, Good Work On All The Poems And Thanks For The Advice!
I tend to do the same thing I did to your profile to other people when I'm bored
and I'm glad you consider me your friend
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