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Summer Nights - Verbalizedusk and nothing changesSummer Nights - Verbalize
the heat is almost unbearable
the humidity stifling.
I can hear the echos
of each breeze that is still tonight. When I close my eyes
I smell lavender and think of you.
The times you sat next to me
your hair flowing lavishly around your head tendrels alternatly kissing the air about us
and hugging your neck and face in loving carresses.
The thick summer nights of swimming naked in the streams
water dancing with the moonlight dripping from your body in a rythmic display.
Humidity so sweltering tha
by ~verbalize
Words are never InnocentWhat can start off so harm-less and innocent Can so quickly turn into a macabre dance of emotion. A joke meant to laugh at and gloat in humor When turned on it side spells embarrassment and angerWords are never Innocent
Small words used off handedly Become all to quickly forceful backhands And while pride and self-esteem heal ever so slowly Time can wither any sense of compassion
And I sit here all day and all night Thinking about the touch of your soft skin And how your cheeks color and warm as my fingers brush them And those light eyes that may never see me again
Tearful a
by `kindred
At Least Its MineIf I knew how to warm up the empty spaces in me. Complete bridges over vast abysses shamed into me. The guilt is mine.At Least Its Mine
The cold is freezing the wetness within me. Look at me warming my body on the streets of insecurity. The dishonor that is smothering me, It's mine.
Faces screaming at my stench. Crawling on my elbows in this human wreckage. I'm drowning in my disgrace, it's all mine.
Could you just sit here with me. I can be pretty on my knees, just don't leave. Losing my grip on pride, was it ever really mine.
If I could remember my name. &nbs
by ~verbalize
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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tag! you might be gone, but you're it!
i chose, rule a.
(anyone starting with the letters around me: o,p, and q)
"Push me up against the wall
Young Kentucky girl in a push-up bra
Fallin' all over myself
To lick your heart and taste your health 'cause
With the birds I'll share
This lonely view"
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This will be the last one for a good deal of time, if not forever. So, I decided to end with a really really really fucking good one. Hope its enjoyed.
Lots of love, soddings, fuckings and massages from the ~jesusbite.
I wasn't sure if you were here or not!
I've missed you!
I'm not using ICQ any more really. Just on AIM. If you use AIM, my SN is CorsoNoir.
How have you been?
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
Long time no TOOL post.
Where ya be?
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If dreams are like movies...
Then memories are films about ghosts.
~Kindred~
After you read this beauty, stop by and give feedback. And, as always, random huggings, kissings, fuckings and general appreciative tappings from buddy Jesusbite.
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