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Elm Street Graffiti: An Ode To Times So Serene..
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. An Ode To Times So Serene. Saturday, December 12, 2009. In voids of dreams. With joy and endless. Strains of love, that. For stars above to. Witness, cry their eyes. And envy from their depths. In silence golden, a force so strong. By our love abound. I see thy eyes. I hold you close. By hands as these. So blessed in waves. To you, my own. You bring me bliss. You teach me life. And steer the tears. You clear my eyes. Oh, how I wish. Another exh...
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Elm Street Graffiti: #4
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Sunday, April 5, 2009. The Suns arise,. Bursting forth with boundless joys of life,. Goes on an exile,. Hiding through the shame,. Of our boundaries thin,. Giving in to light,. Giving into tides and time. Fade away unmarked by ties. Like a butterfly,. Tearing out of chains,. Cocoon breaking and,. Flying into autumn breezes,. Stripped off laws and binds. Yet this shall pass,. Yet this shall die,. And then reborn,. Like dawning light,.
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Elm Street Graffiti: April 2008
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Tuesday, April 1, 2008. Here goes one of my favorite songs from Maroon 5. notorious for its anti lyrics. How dare you say that my behavior is unacceptable. So condescending unnecessarily critical. I have the tendency of getting very physical. So watch your step cause if I do you'll need a miracle. You drain me dry and make me wonder why I'm even here. This Double Vision I was seeing is finally clear. You'll understand what I mean when I say.
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Elm Street Graffiti: February 2009
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Friday, February 27, 2009. When the wind runs. Through the fingers,. When the sand is kicked up far,. When the night of. And the days of dreamy stars,. Wither out with but no trace. From the steely hate of gaze. And the broken empty pot of heart,. Cries out with bridled rage. When the mask in man is torn,. And the weight of life is borne,. When the people keep on stealing. Thoughts undeserved and out of tone,. When the flowers rust in peace,.
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Elm Street Graffiti: January 2008
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Saturday, January 19, 2008. Rain is falling down in drops,. Under umbrella skies, the land is scorched. Raw, never to yield again. Plastics floating around the corpse,. Of a dead man sliding-down roads of asbestos. Still, never to breathe again. The tragic play of life,. No false black comedy. Our fates are etched in ice. People thronging around huge walls,. Of a concrete jungle clean with bloody moss. Stark, souvenir of apes. Por Blog and Web.
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Elm Street Graffiti: Love and Hate
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Friday, February 27, 2009. When the wind runs. Through the fingers,. When the sand is kicked up far,. When the night of. And the days of dreamy stars,. Wither out with but no trace. From the steely hate of gaze. And the broken empty pot of heart,. Cries out with bridled rage. When the mask in man is torn,. And the weight of life is borne,. When the people keep on stealing. Thoughts undeserved and out of tone,. When the flowers rust in peace,.
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Elm Street Graffiti: November 2008
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Saturday, November 15, 2008. Wrote this during one of my Micro classes, I don't remember exactly when. No hard lies,. No photographs, no memories,. No poisoned roses . As time erodes the flawed paint,. Crushed in steps again. In spiralling arcs of long loops,. S'long as it can go. Withheld, tomorrow comes back stronger,. And tries to break through. All the walls and all the faces,. In the midst of riddled peace. Tuesday, November 11, 2008.
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Elm Street Graffiti: April 2009
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Tuesday, April 14, 2009. Nothing In My Way - Keane. Monday, April 6, 2009. Lovers at a great divide. When I know that you hurt inside? And why d'you say. It's just another day, nothing in my way. I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay. So there's nothing left to say? And why d'you lie. When you wanna die, when you hurt inside. Don't know what you lie for anyway. Now there's nothing left to say. You don't know where to draw the line. Stripped off ...
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Elm Street Graffiti: Saturday Morning Blues..
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Friday, February 6, 2009. I jumped, tearing my way. Through the listless wind. Played with self-made cars. Of paint and empty bottles. I rode, up to the sky. In a neon lit wheel. Gazed at street performers. Ignorance was bliss, and desires low,. The days were lively and nights mellow. For me I lived, for me I breathed. Is there in life a reverse gear. I ran, heart in hand. Just to reach the line. Street cricket was all. And Blyton kept me fine.
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Elm Street Graffiti: February 2008
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Scraps of poems that I scribble randomly. and lyrics I like. Tuesday, February 19, 2008. Here goes on ode to denote. All you mean to me. There's a smile perched high. As one can see. There's a world out lost. As pretty a world can be. There's a song that plays. As sweet as mellow honey. There's an aura compressed. Holding me secretly . Her eyes tell a story,. Words sing a tune,. Her smile spells her glory,. Her breath chills the noon. Her laughter is golden,. Her thoughts none can see. That buries in,.
