

Brown Eyed GirlI left my brown eyed girl standing at a bus station. She looked at me with sad eyes the minute I took a step toward the bus I felt her hand leave mine and the world around me grew cold- I tightened my grip on my bag and just got on the bus, I looked back and she was gone. I left my brown eyed girl standing at a bus station.Brown Eyed Girl


I want to stayDo I really have to leave you? Could I stay once again the day And then the night with you? Could you and I lay back time to when You were in my arms? It was warm and pleasent to be with you, Every minute something new would happen, Or the same thing would keep happening Just it would cresendo to its highest point And then It would go back down and start again. When I left you, something died, Well maybe not died, it just got off the bed taking its warmth with it, Leaving me with nothing to remind me of it or you. It seems queer not having you as near as you were laI want to stay


Get in LineWhile walking home the other day I saw a sign stating: "Imitation equals death. Dependence gets you killed. And the lack of knowledge is simply suicide." I then stopped and looked around andGet in Line
Saw so many lines and perfect squares and
People finishing other peoples ideas before they could even finish speaking and
I then looked back at the sigh and Got back into my line and
I went home... Where a casket lay waiting to be lowered six imitating, dependent, stupid feet.


GloryI have seen glory stand tall like a granite staue His hands His face His mouth covered in blood A dumb struck beast is this glory. Cold and emmotionless, a heartless killer A mercenary for any one to sell his bravery, valor, and courage toGlory
All for the recognition of the blood covering his hands Give him a gun and he will slaughter peaceful Native Americans Give him a plane and a reason to die and he will burn his soul to hell with his death Give him the simplest taste of praise and blood shall stain walls Glory will bury this world in bodies and bastardized sons nicknamed &nbs


Shaking Blades Stained SteelOur wishes often swim in blood Such are redder desires That lead to greater fires Where crying hands hold shaking bladesShaking Blades Stained Steel
There are so many lies And jagged promises They said stainless But this steel is stained
If it is your wish I shall be true -
My eyes in your faith My skin in your eyes My hands in yours
Our wishes often shake blades Such are greater pains That lead to sadder veins Where numb hands hold stained steel
There are so many lies And jagged promises They said painless But we are hurt


Your EyesI love your eyes. They see through my heart. They see through the world. They see not only what they want to, But what they have to. I dont understand how they see things. With such understanding and love. I love how your eyes reflect the light into mine. I love the way they see into me, and find no flaw. They are never stern, never hateful, As mine are often now. I hate it when you go to sleep. Your eyes are then closed shut. I lie awake 'til morning's light, To see them open again. With tears of joy to see my face, "Every day I'll forever love yoYour Eyes
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-|I'm yours to hug, Yours to hold ;
Yours to love, When things unfold|-
[abandoned]
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*Oh how sick he seems, what can we do?
-Take the knife from the drawer, nurse hurry.
-Now what Doctor?
-Cut out his heart, and he will feel no more.
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-|I'm yours to hug, Yours to hold ;
Yours to love, When things unfold|-
[abandoned]
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hihihi! *hand covering mouth*
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hihihi! *hand covering mouth*
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