New NicknameSimply because I'm the least religious person you'll ever meet.
And I like it.
I'll be with you foreverAs my breath leaves your body Thoughts a drifting We move through the scene life moves too fast like a car in a turn a u-turn of the mind you hit the side I hit the brakes our feet leave the floor we jump off the cliff like the boulder's below our dreams are shattered the passion is gone just cold and the sweet never ending dawnI'll be with you forever
Before TimeBefore TimeBefore Time
All must be cherished Yet all must be plain You see a bright sun Yet all there is, is rain
Wandering through fog With a cadavers sense of mind Walking with the old, new and young Yet there is still nothing to find
Travel through time Thoughts of you I cherish I hold them close, till the fame leaves my soul Yet now I lie down to die, to perish
But before I go a wisp escapes A memory past gone, faded A memory of your silky hair and gleaming eyes But like I said, the memory’s gone, it faded.
SwingersSwingingSwingers
Flow, simply the way he walked was flow. It wasn’t slick, because it sounds too greasy for him. A man with a flowing black suit, a wide brimmed swinger’s hat, topped with rolled back white cuffs, open red vest and his best pair of Italian dancing shoes. Even though his nation didn’t call him a man. He was of a different sort, he was a swinger. God bless those rebels. He loved his nation, that was his motivation for life. He wanted more than anything to start a military career with the drama of World War 2 still in the air, even though that had long passed in his years. The one thing that stopped him from his patriotic dr
River tripI Have to Wait Out This StormPouring rain and still I stand here. The wind batters at my body, and I can hear the trees whipping fiercely. The squeal of the tires as you round the bend makes the dog next door start barking. He is anxious in the pretense of the oncoming storm. I can hear him asking who is leaving, or maybe he is asking who is coming. I can no longer understand, or maybe I do not wish to understand any longer.I Have to Wait Out This Storm
You drive away from this house. I say house, because how can it be a home? If you must run, it can’t be considered a home anymore. Maybe someday it will, and maybe yesterday it was. Today is neither someday nor yesterday. Homes are made
In the dustThe tears are streaking down my face with those words I just saw, no I did not hear them nor did I make them up because I know with those words you will be gone forever. We might not hang out much but in all honesty you are everywhere you have been stitched in my heart with a patch, a patch labeled just for you, you did the sewing yourself by just being there, you never let me down nor did you turn away when I needed you, but now when I know I will be left by you, I don't know what to say, how to react, I know what I feel, I feel cold, upset, sad .. You have made me smile when no one else could; you are my sunshine when I have a clIn the dust
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Solus Metus Solus
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