The sun sets
I feel nothing
The rain falls
I begin to see something
Your hand is in mine
I feel the ache
You're not coming back
Word art sort of
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Re: Word art sort of
But I'm still not leaving for a long time. 
I am the son and heir
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Of nothing in particular
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lol thats nice to know.
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You are
*pushes forrest out door*
hey where's the key, I can't lock it without the key
*pushes forrest out door*
hey where's the key, I can't lock it without the key
Re: Word art sort of
Bullies get no respect from ASDF.
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A stranger walks in
She asks for his name.
He tells her, and he begins
To let her see the shame.
She begins to feel more tame,
Her heart beats whenever you speak
the vowels of her name.
When she walks, the floor does not creak.
He looks in her eyes, she feels weak.
The blood in her veins dances for him.
She, so innocent, so meek
Would do anything for his every whim.
He took her by the hand, and made her see
She was the most beautiful thing, under the blossom tree.
She asks for his name.
He tells her, and he begins
To let her see the shame.
She begins to feel more tame,
Her heart beats whenever you speak
the vowels of her name.
When she walks, the floor does not creak.
He looks in her eyes, she feels weak.
The blood in her veins dances for him.
She, so innocent, so meek
Would do anything for his every whim.
He took her by the hand, and made her see
She was the most beautiful thing, under the blossom tree.
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That's going to take a lot to follow...
And If I go by the poems and short stories alongside mine in an actual book, it's more than good enough to be published.
And If I go by the poems and short stories alongside mine in an actual book, it's more than good enough to be published.
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whats going to take a lot to follow
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^ ThisDomTar275 wrote:A stranger walks in
She asks for his name.
He tells her, and he begins
To let her see the shame.
She begins to feel more tame,
Her heart beats whenever you speak
the vowels of her name.
When she walks, the floor does not creak.
He looks in her eyes, she feels weak.
The blood in her veins dances for him.
She, so innocent, so meek
Would do anything for his every whim.
He took her by the hand, and made her see
She was the most beautiful thing, under the blossom tree.
It's so good it'll be pretty hard to top it...
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Re: Word art sort of
There once was a man who was quite crude and crass,
he slipped on the ice and fell on his ass.
(thanks to Jose for the inspiration. And for falling on his ass.)
he slipped on the ice and fell on his ass.
(thanks to Jose for the inspiration. And for falling on his ass.)
Re: Word art sort of
Short one here, but I like it.
Christmas Day, 1999
Gameboy Color
Christmas Day, 2009
Aftershave
Christmas Day, 1999
Gameboy Color
Christmas Day, 2009
Aftershave
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I had a huge ass mustache when I was 14keja wrote:Short one here, but I like it.
Christmas Day, 1999
Gameboy Color
Christmas Day, 2009
Aftershave
I looked like Luigi
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When we were eight, we loved to play outside.
We ran though streets, lawns and played at the park.
Without a care and nothing more to hide,
we were together through the light and dark.
Twelve years into life, the smile and spark
faded and you fell away from the truth.
Your eyes had shown hope, now they show a mark.
Line up, one and all, to the ticket booth
you will see how it feels to lose a tooth.
Tooth meaning friend, and a friend meaning love.
One love in whom I had in all my youth.
Not a romance, but one I was proud of.
You were the best, my one beloved friend.
Now you have gone, I smile at the end.
We ran though streets, lawns and played at the park.
Without a care and nothing more to hide,
we were together through the light and dark.
Twelve years into life, the smile and spark
faded and you fell away from the truth.
Your eyes had shown hope, now they show a mark.
Line up, one and all, to the ticket booth
you will see how it feels to lose a tooth.
Tooth meaning friend, and a friend meaning love.
One love in whom I had in all my youth.
Not a romance, but one I was proud of.
You were the best, my one beloved friend.
Now you have gone, I smile at the end.
Re: Word art sort of
You are Beauty
Not just a face
You are Genius
the pride of our race
You are Divine
from heavens above
You are God's greates Angel
And the one that I love
But I cannot see why you ignore my call
Tell me mirror, on the wall
Not just a face
You are Genius
the pride of our race
You are Divine
from heavens above
You are God's greates Angel
And the one that I love
But I cannot see why you ignore my call
Tell me mirror, on the wall
I am the son and heir
Of nothing in particular
Of nothing in particular