YAY!!!!
Ok....my outburst is over, but THANK YOU FOR ADOPTING ME!!!!


ImpactIMPACTImpact
Upon hearing the news of your newly found devotion…
Nothing happened.
And then, joy trickled like the first spurts of water from a hose, just brought out after the cold of winter. I rejoiced, for I believed I was no longer your haunt.
But no,
My vile core recovered memories, unviewed for many years, pestering me
with the passion I once held for you, like a photo of a grossly fat man, sans shirt, that you don’t want to look at, but you just have to.
I have nightmares.
They frighten me with the


JungleJungleJungle
My soul is in a jungle I have yet to find my way through. There are no roads.
There are a few footprints.
They are mine, But I fear them. For if I see none,
Then I am forging new paths. If I find them, I am traveling in circles.
I have already seen those paths And I never wish to travel them again.
I wish a gust of wind would find me And set me down Far away from these prints.


Imperfect PerfectionImperfect PerfectionImperfect Perfection
Perfection, On the rare occasion that you find it, Never lasts.
The very nature of perfection Causes it to implode upon itself, Making you regret ever finding it.
The next time I find something perfect, I intend to leave it alone, For I refuse to take the blame For its impending destruction.


The Time MonsterThe Time MonsterThe Time Monster
It has been creeping toward me, slowly, for some time, making very little noise, and hiding when I turn to see it.
It just caught up to me. It sits crouched wherever it can hide. Behind the couch, under the table, on top of the fridge, in my glove box.
I see it everywhere. I can hear it breathing. Once, I saw its eyes. They were a gray-green-brown, With a tiny circle of yellow just in the middle. It stared back at me, and never blinked.
It’s playing make-believe with me, pretending to
INCEDRunes

--ready-made--it's three-thirty-three, someone please come out and play with me. i've got dilemma's, decisions and distrust to discuss; someone hold my hand.--ready-made--
i've got a final in six hours, but plant biology holds no power- over me this eve. i can't sleep or study, too much on my mind... and i can no longer find solace in rhyme.
what happened to those days? the days i could find beauty in anything, when there was joy in everything, when my world made some semblance of sense?
it all feels so prosaic, like this is some "ready-made rip-off life", &nbs
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~The Wandering Spaz
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| the l o v e you can`t have |
| lasts the l o n g e s t |
| feels the s t r o n g e s t |
| and h u r t s the m o s t |
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"If tears I should cry fall to the Earth, let the angels of my heart take them up and take my emotions to God."
-booga
~twotonearmy
--Lan
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I had a budgie, but it died.
I like pie!
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...+I can't cry all the time...cus it shouldn't hurt
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"If tears I should cry fall to the Earth, let the angels of my heart take them up and take my emotions to God."
-booga
~twotonearmy
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