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SATAN'S LAIR
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Comment by Cameron S. on January 19, 2010 at 12:54pm
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Thank you Velen :)
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Rain Bringer
by
Cameron Smucker
when I walk,
a storm follows me...
I bring rain everywhere
wet;
Always wet where ever I go...
As long as I'm not there,
the sun shines brightly...
Hell;
my Hell that is what this is...
my punishment is to bring rain;
no longer dry...
umbrella;
Would be nice if someone brought me one...
even if it would break
just once...
paradise;
bliss to be dry just....
once...
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Walls
by
Cameron Smucker
my mind blank,
and clear like a pure white room
no windows to see outside;
to peer at all the gloom
yet i grow bored...
I hope something comes soon
bounce thud bounce thud bounce;
the ball hits the wall
no one else here;
all alone with only the walls
the sound echos reminding me of it all
alone in this room i curdle,
I cry, and I crawl;
only until I'm back against a wall
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Nice Velen.
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Comment by Carabella on November 24, 2009 at 2:17pm
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can i just say cam, that you always grasp the raw emotion of the subject and put it into this beautiful form for everyone to experience with you.
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The Thread I Sew
By
Shado
Growing fast;
feel the flow,
healing energy is the thread I sew.
My quilt of many colors,
shows a picture.
Different shades show depth,
and mood.
Growing fast;
feel the flow,
healing energy is the thread I sew.
Let us make a web,
and remember.
Thank the energy again,
and send-er.
Growing fast;
feel the flow,
healing energy is the thread I sew.
The web of life is that,
and more.
Never give up hope,
nor surrender.
Growing fast;
feel the flow,
healing energy is the thread I sew.
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Far and gone away
By Shado
My mind shattered, yet whole...
Your life gone;
one I wished I had known....
A scream echos from your lungs
sounding chorus in my ears,
resounding in my head...
It chills the soul,
it shakes my bones...
Maybe in another life,
I could find you there.
Pulled away before your time...
I can't deal, it's so unfair.
Gone so young;
peace can kill.
Nothing left to remember,
yet I still will...
Maybe in another life,
I could find you there.
Pulled away before your time...
I can't deal, it's so unfair.
Leaving flowers on your grave,
to show that I still care.
Yet no matter what I say or do,
I know you wont come back here.
Maybe in another life,
I could find you there.
Pulled away before your time...
I can't deal, it's so unfair.
But perhaps;
a hope that maybe...
Maybe in another life
I will find you there.
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Comment by DIRTY BISHOP on September 23, 2009 at 5:51pm
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Dinner by candle light; how it makes yours eyes shine.
They tell me of a desire that longs for a touch, and begs to be held.
What is desire that holds you captive like the passionate soul you are?
How your thoughts hold me captive and your emotions draw me in.
Touching a persons soul can as real as drawing on my skin.
To imagine two bodies laying close and touching skin.
That is a thought that can warm the body on a dark night.
Emotion runs through my body like the tremor of the earth.
Like waves rolling over the sandy shore.
My body can’t take it I need more; like a drug crazed person I’m addicted to it all
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Comment by Daniel laurence on September 16, 2009 at 3:00pm
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Our Human Race
if i ask why we are different would you awnser?
if i asked why we do what we do would you reply?
would you tell me of a spirit that is a dancer?
or would you shrink away and die?
because as i lay my head on my pellow
i start to think
why do we not see the spirits?
why do we kill ourselfs with drink?
we say we are one with nature
but can that trully be right
we are not one within our own people
each nation trying to show there might
we once lived in one large continent
we once all lived together
back then war wasn't invented
but it didnt last forever
we are at war right now with our souls and our mind
we do of what we think is right
and ignore what others think of our kind
but when we are in the forest where we were first born
that right there is a sight
because that is where we started our life
our might
our human race!
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Belle Noire all is welcome XD Sideds I love to read ^_^
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