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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Just noticed how many views I actually have on this thread... |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
It has <: |
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Maybe Cloud, Carousol and myself should do a poetry/art/writing compilation... |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
A Tribute to Dionysius, the Hellfire of the '60s - Part I |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Haha, don't worry, I completely understand... except the bit about being gay for my poetry. As in what, inferior? I appreciate all feedback and no feedback, friend - I am indifferent. But thank you for being part of my invisible audience. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
You have some very unique poetry that makes me smile, |
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I can stand brute force, but brute reason is quite unbearable. There is something unfair about its use. It is hitting below the intellect.~Oscar Wilde
I must say I really liked 'How Many?' |
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They say life's about choices;In the face of defeat, I decline.
Thanks, LSS. I can provide the explanation for that one if you'd like. It's pretty straightforward. And appreciated, Elis. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Looking forward to what tonight brings forth my friend. Have fun, and be safe. |
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Some jams me and my buddy did last night. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
I love the poems, the rasta one is one of the best I've ever read |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
Although I only read a few of these, they are very well written. Keep up the good work. |
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Thanks Exhalent, your feedback is appreciated. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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Last edited by CoLd BlooDed; 07-30-2009 at 05:17 AM.
Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
CB.. I really liked Freedome.. a lot. |
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Yeah, it was intended. In this poem, the house is me. The waxing moon is me. |
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Starry starry night, paint your pallet blue and gray,
Look out on a summers day,
with eyes that know the darkness of my soul.
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