

Questions of LifeHow do I define who I am?Questions of Life
Through the things I do?
Through the words I say?
Through the ways in which others perceive these things?
Through the art I create and how I explain its purpose?
Through the grades I receive &


Self SacrificeNot ready for the point of no return, Our clothes packed neatly into drawers, Our lives combined in a little box, Towels labeled "hers" and "hers."Self Sacrifice
Not ready for the point of no return, Your fragile trust broke too many a time. My life incomplete without the sound of your soul Drumming peacefully, intertwined with the wires of mine.
Not ready for you to tell me "no more."
Neither of us wanting to lay on the floor. My sorrows dotted with anxiety and fear, Yet I want you near. I want you near.
Your voice tells me you're satisfied. Isn't that all


The Bird that SquawksDo you love her? When the bird that squawks Outside your window Doesn't stop anymore, But the gentle breeze that moves Gently 'cross your solemn face Justifies its openness.The Bird that Squawks
Her air, a warm embrace. Her eyes, a welcome trip through space.
The other woman in your life Sits in the sill Longing to kill The source of the squawking. Perhaps she'll go outside today. She's trying to eat the potted plant That's still growing.
Wave your pen at her, But she keeps going.
Do you love her, When the bird that squawks
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Figaro Filth.
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"Get Rhythm, When You've Got the Blues" -The Man in Black
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Figaro Filth.
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"Get Rhythm, When You've Got the Blues" -The Man in Black
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Figaro Filth.
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People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf
George Orwell
Gary
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Is it sweet? You're so sweet. Damn sweet....
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// [beauty always comes with dark thoughts] .. *
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