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On the Wire...I'm hanging on the wire, Stranded out at sea, Walking off a cliff edge, Waiting to be freed.On the Wire...
My head if full of noise, Pictures of you and me, Our bodies intertwined, The world was at our feet.
I never saw it coming, That wave about to fold, The sound of crushing metal, The lion running bold.
I am that tortured soul, But victim I am not, I choose to be with you, Like I chose to tie that knot.
Without you I am nothing, But with you I can breathe, I feel my fingers slipping, I smile and sigh relief.
by ~90-10
Storm Over WaterThere was so much love in your eyes, Never would have guessed i’d drown in your lies. I gave you my soul, every part of my life, You were etched in my dreams, night after night.Storm Over Water
I confided in you when the world got me down, You took away my pain, dissolved every frown.
You made my world simple; I never felt so free As lying in your arms, just you, you and me.
You took me by storm, then broke me at the core, Watched me sinking down, like a deserving little whore Never thought for once, you could ever be so cruel, You changed, now I’ve changed, tell me wh
by ~90-10
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To Keep Love HereSilent wisps of night Holding me close Your misery throbbing in my ear Time working backwards Trying to erase the pain That seeps through the cracksTo Keep Love Here
I’m not willing to except
The soul without The space Between
Bow to the beauty in the wanting The rich colors Of lavender’s vein
Working down to love Falling over the words to let you know How I am here There is no cure for love There is no pill to swallow but your pain To keep love here
Rush towards the dawn To only find yourself waiting there alone
by ~WhiteWendigo
StalledThe mirror speaks in verse Quiet urgent tones that chain my ears to the microcosm of mayhem mimicking the 4am world outside these filthy titles Torturous reminders tracing down my arms in tracks leading down to nothing an up to less Echoes pander patience in train station bathrooms with cars and people rattling hopelessly away Outside, the door cracks as a broken lock turns in Wide eyes look into the shadows while trying to hide from the flickering bulb—bear and cracked My smile contains her panic in the plastic reflection “You didn’t see anything.”Stalled
by ~WhiteWendigo
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- Interests: Snowboarding, Football, Poetry, Writing
- Favourite movie: The Goonies
- Favourite band or musician: The Script
- Favourite genre of music: Anything and Everything
- Favourite poet or writer: John Magee
- MP3 player of choice: i-pod nano
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