Sunday Jul 04, 2004

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Seen alot of poetry on this site, so here's my 2 cents.

OCEAN OF RED

WE ARE ALL THE WALKING WOUNDED
STARVING FOR SOMETHING OUT OF REACH
WANTING TO DISSAPEAR IN THE MOMENT
BUT WATCHING FROM UNDER THE ICE.
HEAR US NOW.WERE CRYING OUT
HEAR US NOW.WERE CRYING OUT

WHATS INSIDE
WANTS TO COME ALIVE
CAN YOU HEAR IT CALLING

IVE TRIED TO WHISPER TO YOU SOFTLY
BUT NO WORDS WOULD COME OUT
IVE TRIED TO HOLD UNTO YOU TIGHTLY
BUT I COULDNT MOVE
HEAR ME NOW..IM CRYING OUT
HEAR ME NOWIM CRYING OUT

WHATS INSIDE
WANTS TO COME ALIVE
ITS CALLING OUT YOUR NAME


A FEAR THAT CANT BE FACED
A LOVE THAT CANT BE REPLACED
A STREAM LEADING TO NOWHERE
BLEED ME DRY.IM YOUR OCEAN OF RED


Today I'm off to a 4th of July bonfire to stuff myself full of hot dogs and attempt to play guitar after tequila shots!!!!!

HAPPY 4TH EVERYONE, love your neighbor till it hurts.miao!!


edited because i can't spell
horus73:
Ok, yeah- it was a joke, played on to me, and I now feel the need to try it out on others-and the punchline should be:

You(or whomever you're telling the story to)ask: 'What was in the bag?'

To which you reply:

'None of your fucking business'

It was bad, I'm sorry-I got userlame on that one a while back...

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