11/9/2009
Lonely
PRAY FOR AMERICA
MINUTE MAN PROJECT MEMBERPROUD LUTHERAN! STRAIGHT, WHITE, CONSERVATIVE MALE 
PROUD SUPPORTER OF OUR TROOPS AND PROUD MEMBER OF AMERICAN-REBEL-CLUB 
& SCOTTISH! 
MY LOCAL F.F.A. AND OUR 4-H! GOD BLESS AMERICA!Newest
the bladeshe lets the blade swing down as the blood trickles down her arm the only thought that flashes across her mind is the thought of sweet relief... ignoring those around her... the ones who love her beg her to stop they plead with her cry and pray for her and she doesn't even care... as she holds the the blade steadily over her arm she thinks of her loved ones every last whim and thinks nothing of them... and the blade falls... they beg her to stop and ask her what happens when the blade goes to deep? but she only brushes them off with a simple laughthe blade
by ~apock93
lullabyhush now little one don't you cry. i can't promise everything will be alright. close your eyes and rest in peace, sleep quietly this night. hold on to all that you love, be still now and rest while you can. sleep deeply, dream wildly. oh winds of this dark night, rock this young one gently. listen now to my final lullaby so when we part i may still be with you. if theres anything that i've shown you anything at all, i hope you please forgive melullaby
for showing you how this world
is oh so cruel. i hope you'll remember what i tell you
by ~apock93
II can't write no pretty poems none that will make you laugh or cryI
I can't draw no pretty drawings no hearts or roses with your name
I can't sing no pretty songs no song to make you tear or feel for me
I'm no tall dark and handsome far from anything that will make you stop
I'm no impressively smart one neither book or street to impress you
I'm no fast or strong fighter just one to try and quietly slip through
I'm no man of my word I regret I've told my share of lies
I'm no mystery with a secret stash of money &n
by ~apock93
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The BlacksmithI am a blacksmith like my father was. I bear his name with pride, Yet this path is my own. A path people are afraid of, One beyond their little world.The Blacksmith
Eyes have gathered around me. Some because of admiration, Some think I've lost my mind.
Iron glowed within the furnace, Red and warm, just like my heart, Prisoner in a cage of stone.
My bare hand reached into the flames, Freeing this inert mass of its burning lair.
A swift glance at the afternoon sun Before the hammer fell. The detonation rushed through the hills, Swarms
by ~passenger-nq
Blacksmithby ~Finofilka
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- Current Residence: U.S.A.
- Interests: poems, quotes, GOD, The BIBLE
- Favourite movie: The Last Samurai, A Knights Tale, Brave Heart
- Favourite genre of music: rock / country
- Favourite poet or writer: Naboofighter93
- Favourite photographer: Abriliana
- Favourite style of art: old cartoons
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- Favourite gaming platform: P.C.
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- Personal Quote: Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
- Tools of the Trade: me, my pen, an my notebook.
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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~Dude those are some sexy ears. I mean like you have really nice lobes.~
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~Dude those are some sexy ears. I mean like you have really nice lobes.~
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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Don't take life too serious. It's only temporary.
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Within the hearts of those who care, the ones we love live on...
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