| This one has been more popular than I had any right to expect. Thank you everyone! When you feel the sting of unrequited love.... |
| This one has been more popular than I had any right to expect. Thank you everyone! When you feel the sting of unrequited love.... |


Fading All My ColorsOceans of silence tear the stars, looking for a dream, a spark to hold in the nameless gray mass of anonymity.Fading All My Colors
(I never could get you to see me. )
Wings of hope,
feathers darkening to the color of a desperate wish, beat the air, fluttering, tattooing the tempo of the heart.
(I guess you didn't hear mine breaking.)
The dove cries out in tuneless song, a sound without a name, lasting far too long. The wind it blows, and goes nowhere. Without the stars, the moon despairs.
(I'm lost here in the dark.)
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Story of the Old WorldOnce upon a time the world was new. And I saw life in the stars, and I knew the girl in the reflecting pool. And it was as if I could wear the world like a new dress of possibilityStory of the Old World
to cloak the purity of my mind. But then the world
met the demons called Fear and Loss and Pain and War and Want. And these demons grabbed hold of the world, and stained and broke and tore it. And the girl in the reflecting pool looked like a skeleton or a ghost, insubstantial and only half of the girl in my memories. And I saw that the demons &


MaybeA thousand reasons hang on your tongue, ready to dispel the affections hanging from my lips, clamoring to be heard.Maybe
I see a thousand excuses in your eyes, all screaming no. Give me one yes, and it will be
the only thing that matters.
Ill lock the single syllable away in my heart, so maybe more of them will travel on its beating and enter yours.
Maybe the love-sick rhythm of my heart is contagious, and you will come to me with the same longing thats in my eyes, and it will be reflected in yours. &n


Conversation with God IYou got mad at me that day I got high on communion wine and tied your rosary around my hips and told you I could talk to God. I could read the lines on his cheeks right through these calloused palms and I loved how his voice rose up tempered and clear like spring, not thin and waspy like you promised. He called me by name and while his coat was too long for me to see his feet, I knew he did not wear shoes and anger was not his road.Conversation with God I
He took my hand to walk and told me there was no shame in falling with grace &nb
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"Friends don't let friends drive naked."
-Grounded For Life
howed it go?
.......*slams head against laptop*
i think im hungover.
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"Friends don't let friends drive naked."
-Grounded For Life
ive heard you play.
you cannot look my in the eyes and tell me that YOU didnt do well.
and you cant tell me its nerves either.
i was there when you were playing in jazz band last year. that takes guts. i bombed jazz auditions because of nerves. youve made it two years in a row (and possibly any years you had in middle school).
you gots guts
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"Friends don't let friends drive naked."
-Grounded For Life
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Pure, joyful and immortal Darkness and light will eternally
follow you in the temple of the new dreams
In memory of Shadows' Madame.
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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