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- cvrle77, on 05/30/2009, -0/+1Yeah Yeah
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~Andre - white11, on 06/28/2009, -0/+0Th tears flow
Down my cheek
And you frown upon
The words I speak
Your eyes on mine
Turn away
But I've still got
So much to say
You'd never leave me
You once said
Not now, not ever
Even when we were dead
Your heart
Next to mine
Beating forver
'Till the end of time
But now I see
You were faking
You said I was there
For the taking
You used me
And I'll never forgive
Your stupid ways
As long as I live
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http://www.dreamquestone.com - white3030, on 05/15/2009, -0/+0I am 33 years old.
I am not young
in my body parts.
Was NOT young
back when I was
20 years old
either!
My breasts sag,
I have circles
under my eyes,
My feet hurt
when I walk,
My knees pop,
My left elbow
is swollen,
My left wrist
is dislocated,
and I pop it
everyday.
Nurses walking,
Up and down the hall,
Talking low;
Mustn't wake the patients,
Don't you know?
Young man dying
In the room next to me,
His loved ones' hearts
Are broken,
Can't you see?
Children playing in the chapel,
Kids must play-
Their Jesus loved them dearly,
So they say.
Doctors in their whites,
Somber people, so it seems;
Wonder if they're down and dirty
In their dreams.
Wondering when
My time comes,
Will there be
Anyone to mourn
The loss of me?
DIETS
Give me the strength
and time to stay away
from all the goodies in the fridge
that keep me looking that way!
The chocolates and the frostings
that all taste so sweet
that extra bag of candy
left from Trick or Treat!
My mouth is a watering
and trying to give in
but my thighs are staring up at me
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And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;
As market days are wearing late,
And folk begin to tak the gate,
While we sit bousing at the nappy,
An' getting fou and unco happy,
We think na on the lang Scots miles,
The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,
That lie between us and our hame,
Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,
Gathering her brows like gathering storm,
Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.
This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,
As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:
(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,
For honest men and bonie lasses).
O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,
As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice!
She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,
A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;
That frae November till October,
Ae market-day thou was na sober;
That ilka melder wi' the Miller,
Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;
That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on
The Smith and thee gat roarin' fou on;
That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,
Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday,
She prophesied that late or soon,
Thou wad be found, deep drown'd in Doon,
Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,
By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk.
Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,
To think how mony counsels sweet,
How mony lengthen'd, sage advices,
The husband frae the wife despises!
But to our tale: Ae market night,
Tam had got planted unco right,
Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,
Wi reaming sAats, that drank divinely;
And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,
His ancient, trusty, drougthy crony:
Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;
They had been fou for weeks thegither.
The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter;
And aye the ale was growing better:
The Landlady and Tam grew gracious,
Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious:
The Souter tauld his queerest stories;
The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus:
The storm without might rair and rustle,
Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.
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I wonder do you feel to-day
As I have felt since, hand in hand,
We sat down on the grass, to stray
In spirit better through the land,
This morn of Rome and May?
II.
For me, I touched a thought, I know,
Has tantalized me many times,
(Like turns of thread the spiders throw
Mocking across our path) for rhymes
To catch at and let go.
III.
Help me to hold it! First it left
The yellowing fennel, run to seed
There, branching from the brickwork's cleft,
Some old tomb's ruin: yonder weed
Took up the floating wet,
IV.
Where one small orange cup amassed
Five beetles,--blind and green they grope
Among the honey-meal: and last,
Everywhere on the grassy slope
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you whose heart such anxiety has not disturbed, sleep on.
Love's place is out beyond the many separate sects;
since you love choosing and excluding, sleep on.
Love's dawn cup is our sunrise, his dusk our supper;
you whose longing is for sweets and whose passion is for supper, sleep on.
In search of the philosopher's stone, we are melting like copper;
you whose philosopher's stone is cushion and pillow, sleep on.
I have abandoned hope for my brain and head; you who wish for
a clear head and fresh brain, sleep on.
I have torn speech like a tattered robe and let words go;
you who are still dressed in your clothes, sleep on.
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