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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396
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Order Sometimes I open my eyes too widely sometimes I look too far sometimes I dig too deeply finding things maybe I didn't want to find seeing things maybe I didn't want to see~ I guess I ask for all I get I guess it's what you'd call an order~ Is that what I placed what I requested? what I thought I desired? HA...well then take it back I don't want any I've turned the lights off and now I'm not home take your filthy corrupted literature and your filthy corrupted mind and torture yourself for once~ I've turned the lights off....I peeked through the curtains to see if you've left yet....did I ask for your unkindness....is that what I ordered? Is that what I dug so deeply for? It's what I get It's what I always get.... hell,....it's my life story. |
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Evilkat88 Junior Member
since 2000-05-01
Posts 37 |
I know what you are saying. Sometimes I'll do things and well I kind of brought it on myself. It sucks but it's life and you can't stop somethings from happening.I really liked this poem. kat All the poems have wolves in them. All but one the most beautifull one. And she dances in a ring of fire. And throws the challenge of with a shrug. "Jim Morrison" |
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Joel the wolf Senior Member
since 2000-04-06
Posts 1333Angels Camp |
Yea kid sometimes we do dig to much, but on the other hand if it's a relationship, then it and all should be open. I have worked on my so to speak book, and have made it an open one, I don’t' have secrets, I have hurts that I'd rather not share, but that's different, I would with White dove, but I'm an open book. If you are locked in with someone then it should be from cover to cover. love the poem kid. Joel. I howl a mournful song, that echos within my chambered heart, for all to read? nay for all to feel. |
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Swåmp¤Faerÿie Member
since 2000-03-29
Posts 358Illinois |
I echo your thoughts in this poem. Sometimes we torture ourselves pointlessly.....well written poem =] swamp And there she weaves by night and day, a magic web of colours gay.~Tennyson |
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