I am now a college studentMood:
ShiftyReading: Created in darkness by Troubled Americans
See above
writing more poems as I speak..... or not.....
Shy guys and lost boysIt’s been said That in my head I’m already dead No, now this is that past Those feelings won’t last And crime is only if you admit itShy guys and lost boys
To cross this line Some things must be left behind I got no one to be held near
No face in the mirror No love, nor fear
No memory of crime No feelings, no mind No worries and I got no sorrow Because all things lead to tomorrow
I make no sound Trying not to be noticed Trying not to be found I don’t mind being lost When there are no rules or cost There’s nothing to find Wh
Women, guitars, and fast carsThoughts do linger In string toughen fingers I must confess The things that I love best The curve of my guitar, And the curve of your breast Heaven is my guitar, A warm night in a fast car and a faster woman Under the moon and the starsWomen, guitars, and fast cars
DreamCall a truce, as words seduce Dripping off my lips like sweet juiceDream
It’s all I know, this streamline show Where I’m all the rage, Alone on stage With all the world to see It’s me, as you may not see So breathe and dream And the dream is just me And see how this dream is done Like the setting sun As I fall away from you
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Just remember...if the world didn't suck, we'd all fall off.
Just a random visit
Great
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I write poems like
this,
this,
or this
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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and then i ate his brain.
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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Am I the star beneath the stairs?
Am I a ghost upon the stage?
Am I your anything?
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