my life
my world is bitter cold.it's dark, shallow, and full of horrible surprises.
things pop up...
horrible things. things like death and abuse.
these things i live with are part of my life
my life
my world is bitter cold.When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.
John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA
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My Broken Heart | 1 | 03/22/2010 |
With my eyes Closed | 1 | 12/14/2009 |
I see it | 0 | 12/14/2009 |
weak and fragle | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
my life | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
wrong reasons | 0 | 08/14/2009 |
YOU | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
in the past | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
What I Want | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
Only if You Knew | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
Farwell love, farewell | 0 | 05/06/2009 |
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