simplelight
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times are tough for dreamers these days
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Post by simplelight on Dec 30, 2004 3:04:13 GMT -5
my ears have begun to bleed from being forced to listen to various random people crying how tragic it is that the earth decided to open up and take back what belongs to her. just exactly how much did it affect me? well, i felt sad...even a little ill to my stomach when i first learned of mother earths pregnant dog-slap on cnn. and than i was hit with a commercial for suv's and i couldn't help but laugh...
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simplelight
Pinkie
times are tough for dreamers these days
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Post by simplelight on Dec 30, 2004 3:10:42 GMT -5
They go down too easy sometimes. Quenching my thirst Like all those before me… Please calm my spirit And silence the noise inside my head Which makes it hard for me To think sometimes and Impossible to sleep.
I am not who you think I am And you, my Friend Are definately not who I think you are But are we ever who we think we be? Memories are fading again Who you are, what this means Who I am… Just one more drink Till the minute hand hits eight Than yes, Fate I will be on my way For nothing ever changes in this place Perhaps after years But it’s all still the same to me... Years from now I will be far from here Losing myself in another town Shaping a smile from a frown Flipping my life upside down So that maybe one day after my dreams Have turned reality Your dreams would have come true as well And just as the sun will still shine As it’s shined countless of times before I know that what we share will last forever Because I have faith in this future and Trust that this love will not fail us again And in due time This love story will end where it all began At the Last Temptation
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Post by wunderfly on Dec 30, 2004 8:57:43 GMT -5
oh dear... are you leaving now? running away to higher ground? or would you rather a room at sea level and your own natural disaster?
personally, I'm undecided
oh well... here I am again
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Post by wunderfly on Jan 31, 2005 12:15:11 GMT -5
tell me there's more to it than this it is pathetic this, where I choose to exist and I choose to hate it like I do and love it like you
where is the moral to this? it is particpatory this, where I appear to coexist and I appear to love it like I do and hate it like you
can I have both? more moral? & more morale? will you participate? will you choose this? would you choose to love me, like I do? yet appear to hate me like they do?
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Post by wunderfly on Jan 31, 2005 12:31:57 GMT -5
as good as things seem my dreams tell me the truth get enough sleep and I know they're still there those ghosts and demons they fight me when my eyes are closed
I want to share this with you what I dont share with myself
it was him again myself times ten angry, blind, drunk muted screaming frenzy words I dont remember a face I know with eyes I dont.
why am I in this house? why is it empty why is he here? why is he mad at me again.
where am I going again? where does this bridge lead? where is my sister? where the f**k am I? again.
my dreams say remember me? I own this space. you belong to me. and I say remember me? I know this space belongs to me.
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Post by wunderfly on Jul 4, 2005 0:23:43 GMT -5
like an epic novel series my story sits on a dusty shelf fading on yellowing pages written in hand writting every chapter personalized every page it changes a litte more into a script I do not recognize who was that? who did what? where was I? did I live this dream? did I wake too soon? how can it fade so fast like that I want to remember I want it back this story I didnt write this for me like a language not spoken without practice is lost without telling I am forgetting that I forgot
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