Richy
Member Elite
since 2003-05-03
Posts 3050
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2015-03-22
05:20 PM
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It makes sense to me
We were made of nothing
I still feel that when, it’s dark
The best things always come from nowhere
Life’s a gift time couldn’t avoid
I was born a silent hymn
Scratching on the glass
I am just another blade
Hidden in the, swaying grass
Water me with want sufficient
Dam the broke and pour
Greed is feeding on the honest
Eating, like a hoard
All the space inside a zero
Is for I to live
That is all that’s left for me to you, I can forgive
That and all the powder of my paper, and my bones
My sign is insignificant
Faulting, on alone
Eve was torn of Adam’s fib
Mourning is a bye
The hippo is not critical
Certainty is nigh
Faith is just a curse we carry that we understand
Only things that I behold
Are held within my hands
I wish I never recognized
That lie was in belief
All the graves of stolen lives
Are trapped within our grief
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Alison
Member Rara Avis
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318
Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy!
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2015-03-22
05:59 PM
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Wow! You are on a good writing roll! I am liking your work.
A
PS - I scroll down quickly to miss the picture. I like to read it first without it.
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JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2015-03-23
09:21 AM
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You have so many lines that will be remembered forever, such as . . . quote: Greed is feeding on the honest
~*~ When they give you ruled paper write sideways. ~*~
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Lori Grosser Rhoden
Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
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2015-03-23
10:55 AM
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"That lie was in belief" Brilliant! ~L
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