Take TwoHurry up please, it’s time! Well, if you don’t like me following behindTake Two
We can bite the matter off with a smile
And take some tea, have some toast, I like my tea cold, thank you.
Don’t follow me at all,
Don’t call, don’t write, don’t write Don’t do right, you don’t do right by me You say goodnight when you mean goodbye And thus, you don’t do right.
You put on a false front to charm To disarm, but ultimately I won’t be confused I won’t be used up, wasted and tossed to the side For if the salt lo
SevenGloriousSeven
1. Is life nothing less than a ticking clock And our lives the minutes it ticks off one by one And it’s face the face of God Gleaming in purity and sometimes glinting harshly Counting down ‘til the moment when all time stops.
Resist Temptation
2. The other day I twisted my ankle something awful Trying to sit on the fence between what I feel is right
And what is more right, which is what I want At least I would like to believe so and so I open my eyes wider to distinguish between good and evil more clearly
Romans 12:1-2 &nbs
God Save us From Being WritersWalk with me now—God Save us From Being Writers
There are such places
Where dreams come true And I have much to show you Before the day is done.
Here are the dreams of my past See how they struggle on the ground Waiting to take flight as a present reality— They can wait for another day For I have you to take up all the space between the minutes
I never promised myself a rose garden When I was younger—I was
A child who knew roses would wilt over time And so I flitted the days by practicing my
Melancholy act, which served my dream of being a writer well
And suc
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And I have known the eyes already,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
I'm going to try and write some more as well...I would really like to publish a book of it one day, but I don't know.
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And I have known the eyes already,
The eyes that fix you in a formulated phrase,
And when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
To spit out all the butt-ends of my days and ways?
I hope you'll enjoy this web community.
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