10-26-2007
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Apperently not!
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This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends This is how the world ends Not with a bang but a whimper 
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10-26-2007
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UNFEELING, UNCARING
My memory is full Of a time that has past I remember a love A love that didn’t last As is with all things It must have an end If there is a begging So too must an end Nothing is forever And that is a rule Life, love and time Must all take a part Shredding and tearing The tattered remains All that is left A core and a brain A zombie to sum A monster to others Unfeeling, uncaring Unheard and unseen This is the life That many have found A road to this path Is simple a plan Just go with the flow And here you will be Exhausted and lost Feeling oh so alone Maybe one day they’ll realize Just what they have done A sentence, a punishment For a crime never done Crying alone Is all that can be Unfeeling, uncaring Are we the monsters or they? The ones that make us like this And go with the flow. A new one i just wrote
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10-31-2007
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I LOVE ALL YOUR POEMS IT REALLY GOT TO ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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11-19-2007
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01-03-2008
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What was once
Eyes so blue I wish were mine Heart so pure Hidden in lies Enshrouded in darkness Pretentious and lame Is one who is lost And unable to find A search he has done For many a time His heart it is weary Lonely and lame Untamed and unwilling Now he roams the waist land Of what was once But now is gone His head is so full Of things not his own His heart doesn't know Whether to beat or to stall He reaches out a hand And is met by the darkness Of what was once But now is not. He sees an image burnt into his eyes Forever and ever to remember those eyes The sadness that wrought so deep into them The desperation and pleas that were unspoken All revealed in a single tear drop Broken hearts trail with in his wake Circumstance, time or maybe bad luck Is it really his fault Others say not But deep down he knows It is...
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01-03-2008
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Nice poems. Maybe someday you will be famous and leave all of us little people behind. Which will make us all sad. *Cries*
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To love the living you must love a bit of death right? If not then how do you know if you have loved or have lived at all.
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01-03-2008
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Now that I'm done reporting on the Iowa caucuses...
Nice poems! I've read a lot of prose and poetry (mainly the ones that my school's interp team rox the house with), but I've never read something quite like those. They're truly different. Are (or do you wish to be) an English Major?
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01-04-2008
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*hugs* they are good..
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The light of Day will soon Pay...
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