| This was a wonderful dream. In fact, when I woke up, I fell back to sleep twice trying to get more time with her. |
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Thinking of HumeI have a test today, and over there A bird raises its wings up to the sky While I run my hand through my flowing hair Through the window, I watch a man walk by And two plus two is four, it's trivial but there it is beside my thoughts of you While a fly enters the room, there is all The time in the world while the sky is blue My homework due Tuesday comes to the front As my teacher offers a solemn sigh And my neck cracks, I dream of what I want: To be in the air, to sprout wings and flyThinking of Hume
In all of my thoughts, all of this will be And maybe... maybe all of this
by ~Piemaster1123
State of SocietyWe live in a world controlled by the wicked. The men who for their so-called fight lifestyle Where they can sit on top of &nState of Society
by ~Piemaster1123
A Moment of SilenceShe came booming over our collective voice Demanding silence to remember the dead And all fell silent.A Moment of Silence
My eyes locked on the seat in front of me Because I dare not blink Lest I be heard
Some bowed their heads, I assume they prayed To gods I could not see And so I sat, one minute straight, Silent for an eternity
by ~Piemaster1123
MarleneYour hair is dark, your skin is pale and white And skin like yours is soft and cleaner still Than any dressed like you. You are a sight. Behold your beauty, more than just pure thrill.Marlene
Your body without curves, but not as thin As those who fake you in the magazines. And while your real beauty lies within, Your clothing dares to show what is unseen.
Unholy minds, like yours, should all be praised For what you show society to be. You prove to me that everyone is crazed With passions deep in all of you and me.
Alas, my sweet Marlene, you
by ~Piemaster1123
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In Loco ParentisIn Loco ParentisIn Loco Parentis
I ventured past the edge of the parking lot and fell off the flat face of the earth or into a crevice, or a crater and in tumbling,
into a building, that, had the architect's design been efficacious, I would not have seen. grown into the hillside and leaking propane, it stopped my body with a thud. the building's PRIVATE PROPERTY faced a valley where once a glacier, in preparing for the long trek ahead
must've borne down extra hard to gather food or maybe currency for its forced march into obscurity.
but now
I stand in
by ~Jabrwoki
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- Current Residence: the internet
- Interests: math, science, poetry, guitar, doodles
- Favourite movie: Pi: Faith in Chaos
- Favourite band or musician: Audioslave
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: William Shakespeare (sorry Orwell)
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: can't find it anymore...
- Shell of choice: peanut
- Wallpaper of choice: none
- Skin of choice: my own
- Favourite game: Rock Band 2
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii, but PS3 is very close
- Favourite cartoon character: Brian Griffin
- Tools of the Trade: pencil, paper (usually college ruled), pens, strings, computer
- Website: http://www.myspace.com/totalbs1139
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