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Tei · Fri Dec 15, 2006 @ 07:53am · 0 Comments |
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My Pets and Christmas Prezzies I've Received! |
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Waiting
I am so alone, have been for all my years, No one really listens, no one has stilled my fears.
My dreams are full of tears, always ending in pain, The sun never shines, there's never anything but rain.
The sun tries to break through, but the fear is too thick, Years of rejection, neglect, turn the clouds to brick.
I keep trying to live, wishing for a sign, But all I do is struggle, waiting for the day I'll die.
Tei · Mon Nov 15, 2004 @ 03:34pm · 3 Comments |
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11:11 11/11
In Flanders Fields By: Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae, MD (1872-191 cool Canadian Army
In Flanders field the poppies blow Between the crosses row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields.
Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.
eek Welcome Tei , your Gaia Gold: 11111
Tei · Thu Nov 11, 2004 @ 07:45pm · 0 Comments |
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Detours
a path cut short by cruelty, a detour leading nowhere, crushed feelings, broken hearts, a trail well trod by those before.
decisions forced by raw emotion, blinded by constant pain, unable, still unwilling, to accept the rejection, the tears, the rain.
right or wrong, words hang forever in our minds, cutting, scarring, festering until we find,
that the love we once planned to share, snatched from its infancy, is deemed as worthless as the heart that had once hoped to care.
paths now lost forever, were perhaps the ones most desired, the detours that led nowhere, each trail, each hope, gone, reviled.
dreams, ecstasy and pain, love thought gone wrong, betrayed, flickers still, cutting deep with a sharp, jagged blade.
Tei · Wed Nov 03, 2004 @ 07:32pm · 0 Comments |
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love, heh, this is what love does, and yes, 'tis mine:
do we free the beast and let it soar in harmless fragments of painful words, or let the hate consume us until we become the beast?
Chaos Reigns
Black as the moonless night Chaos reigns thru faint starlight
Lonely stalks barren and cold Abandoned love no longer bold
The depths within so lost so alone Drawn as the eye to the starlit zone
Flame of passion burned to the core Scars running deep as Hades heart
Abyss of emotion is full of pain Rain of solitude heals with hate
Tei · Sun Sep 26, 2004 @ 10:28am · 0 Comments |
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