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02-14-2009, 08:43 AM
I was hoping the words would just fall into place
Leaving us with the truth, no time to waste But the more I thought the worst it got You’ve screwed me up, like it or not My memories of you are dark and grey But these thoughts will always stay The feeling of pain you gave me is here I know you’re sorry but I’m still full of fear I was pleading that time would make things right That maybe this feeling will be gone tonight But as time went on the truth revealed It’s you who hurt me, I haven’t healed.
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02-14-2009, 11:29 AM
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02-14-2009, 05:38 PM
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02-14-2009, 09:27 PM
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou art not so; For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me. From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be, Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow, And soonest our best men with thee do go, Rest of their bones, nad soul's deivery Thou art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men, And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,. And poppy or charms can make us sleep as well And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then? one short sleep past, we wake eternally And death shall be not more; Death, thou shalt die. JOHN DONNE
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02-14-2009, 09:31 PM
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02-14-2009, 09:46 PM
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02-14-2009, 09:53 PM
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02-14-2009, 10:00 PM
It came up to the brim of eye,
But then it somewhere disappeared. In depth it lives, in depth does lie, So Solemnly, silently it neared That no gushing sound was heard. No force was there for it to stop, To stop it there was not a word And so it reached up to the top: A small speck---silent, slithering. Just cannot think whereit has gone. It could have gone on the wind's wing To moisten wind that dry was born. The other possibility is--- It adorned someone's fingertips!
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02-14-2009, 10:04 PM
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02-14-2009, 10:07 PM
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nice one naila
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