02-16-2006, 08:33 PM
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| Insane Dementia  Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Private Age: 31
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My Mood:   | started as a poem, still working on it I want it to turn into a song now, i hear an old johnny cash type song During the flight of a bird with no wings comes a grown mans struggle to live as a king over and over descisions we make just to be sure we get into the take all the days long i have hoped and i prayed what wastefull efforts just to get laid cussing sinning and drinking profuse just to forget all the pain and abuse wishfull the days and dream filled nights monotany reigns and so do the fights how sour my thoughts when the visions they see are just my own dreams my dreams minus me silence shouts loudly out over the tears let go of all hope and have no fears For the god lord he wont make it all bad you can never be happy without being sad so the days and the nights finally come close right before i take to the views i apose over and over descisions we make just to be sure we get into the take When the love finally comes to bid its fairwell you have only achieved to be king of all hell
__________________ OH PORCELAIN GOD I BOW TO THEE. AS I PUKE OPON ONE KNEE. ALCOHOL POISONING IS JUST IN MY HEAD, OR WILL I DIE DRY HEAVING IN BED? |
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02-20-2006, 09:14 AM
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| Krazed Addicted Master  Join Date: Jun 2004 Location: Private Age: 30
Posts: 2,796
My Mood:   | I enjoyed reading it although I can relate to the feeling it describes. Good job 
__________________  Is this the part when I'm supposed to give a shit? Sorry... must've missed it. |
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Alterintive?
The Army is my husband's mistress and sometimes that bitch gets all the attention. 
