For Keith.Keith was one of the greatest people i've ever met. ever.
This is for keith. we all miss you.
Life in the poor lane.The vicious, cruel circle of the poor and the rich. The endless, bloody battle of the man and his bitch. The never-ending tragedy, of happiness and hate. The seemingly uncomplex thought that you may know as 'fate'.Life in the poor lane.
This life in which we live in, is often never fair. The rich, the snobs, get richer still, and of us they never care.
We haven't hurt your family, We haven't killed your friends, Yet you still keep all your riches: means justified by end.
You'll never know you killed us, Just statistics in the news. You'll never know you could h
interrupted."A Ha Ha H-" Interrupted. "Well, why dont you ju-" Cut Off. I can remember you saying so many things. But they're getting less and less everyday. "I hate the little fu-" Un-finished.interrupted.
Interrupted.
I can remember you laugh. But only just, it's fading. I can remember you smile. The slug on your top lip moved... I can remember your voice. Kind, Loving, Warm.
I remember being told.
I remember the cold. The cold,
hard, gut wrenching pain. As I realised I never got to say goodbye.
I remember... I rem
Not Quite FinishedThe earth is still bare, there is still a mound.Not Quite Finished
The flowers are still there, And they still bloom, like you did.
I cannot pay my respects. I cannot say goodbye, And I cannot say hello.
I went to talk to you...
But you weren't there.
I suppose you were, But maybe I wasn't looking hard enough. Or maybe I need that tombstone to make everything real.
Your life is still like mine:
Not quite finished
Just A BrickClose your eyes and then you'll see Two people talking over tea One is scared and one is strong One is right and one is wrong Listen closely and you'll hear He's being taken over by his fearJust A Brick
He says Distance is a wall That seperates us all Love is something you must feel In order for it to be real He says The distance is to great How can this be fate
She tilts her head and then she smiles I'm only far away if you're measuring in miles Distance is not the whole wall One of many bricks that make it tall The rest is built up
The Blank PageThe blank page returned my stare But slowly, as I filled the page With line upon line It came to life.The Blank Page
The now full page Told of my empty corpse, But then with stories of You It came to life.
Stories of laughter; Tales of silence Under the purest star light Brought me to life.
Spoken words, Unspoken feelings,
Mutual memories: Kept me alive
Here I stand: Waiting for you. Without your presence I am devoid of life.
A Description of BeautyA Description of Beauty By: Donald FritzA Description of Beauty
What is Beauty? Beauty is Eyes like Diamonds Beauty is Lips like Rubies Beauty is Skin like Amber
What is to see Beauty? To See Beauty is to see Hair like Silk Cloth To See Beauty is to see a Smile Brighter then the Sun To See Beauty is to see Eyes that shine like the Stars
What is to feel Beauty? To Feel Beauty is to Feel the Touch of an angel To Feel Beauty is to Feel the kiss of a Princess To Feel Beauty is to Feel the breath of a queen on your cheek
What is to Hear Beauty? To Hear B
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Poke me.
I dare you.
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I also love the fact you're okay with the military...and the book is...amazing for Jarhead...
My Soldier-he's going to be a sniper...it is soooooo cool but a little scary...you know?
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