I'll post more stuff once I find my journal... Somewhere.....


Every once in a whileEvery once in a while When I'm bored indeed, I toss words to a page for you to read.Every once in a while
I give you my heart and give you my soul. I give you my mind You skip on the toll.
You want something deep? Go look in a pool.
Don't take me for every other Poetic fool.
I'm dropping these lines and giving you thoughts and you're just sitting there reading a box.
Go outside, for the love of god, It's been three whole days. Your friends all miss you, and your parents are worried. Can Blank come out to play?


Cradle to the GraveThe fathers and mothers pay the bills the children all behave when debt and tax take populations cradle to the graveCradle to the Grave
The bells all toll and angels sing the Jesus lovers pray yet nothing stops the vultures circling cradle to the grave
When all acquaintance be forgotten and carols sing the saved the men all shout and women cry cradle to the grave


The BoyLet me tell you a story of a boy I know with eyes of glass and hair of snowThe Boy
who conducts music that no one hears and writes the words that no one reads whose cries of pain fall on deaf ears whose tragic love in vain
I see him almost never now whenever we do meet I frown
and know that he'd be better off near me


When the Sun SetsThe sun sets in the west, and rises in the east.When the Sun Sets
The sun sets in my mind, and rises in my heart.
The sun is backwards, in a way It shuns the night, which longs for it most. Yet it stalks the night, waiting to grasp the cold. It hates the truth, yet loves the meaning, which in a word is darkness.
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"tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
"what wouldst thou have with me?"
"good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives."
It was good, I like your stuff!
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"tybalt, you rat-catcher, will you walk?"
"what wouldst thou have with me?"
"good king of cats, nothing but one of your nine lives."
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