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  • Rookie - 37 Points Chris Leermakers (4/19/2013 5:15:00 PM) Post reply
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    I Might Have Cried In Another Life
    Yes That Would Be Right
    Seen It All Before
    Not A Pretty Sight
    Yeah, Not A Pretty Sight
    On The Outskirts Of Life

    Many Are Quick To Judge
    Many Are Just Fools And Jokers
    Many Don’t Have The Right Tools
    Yes, The Right Tools In Hand
    But You Need Them
    In This World Wild Land

    The Outskirts Of Life
    Oh, What A Story To Tell
    Outskirts Of Life?
    Yes We Already Fell
    Better Pull Our Heads In
    Don’t Shit In Our Own Yard
    Cause’ No One Will Look
    To Trust You – Even From A World Apart

    Stopping Digging Your Own Grave Sites
    Start Planting Some Flowers
    Even If They Go Really Sour
    Positive Energy Is All You Need
    Yes Positive Energy Is What You Must Feed
    Or The
    Outskirts May Just Come Back
    The Outskirts Of Life –
    Just Welcome Them Back?

    The Outskirts Are My Home
    Sometimes A Unique State Of Mind
    It Can Be Something Also New, I Find
    Now That We Are In A Later
    Stage Of Time
    The Outskirts Might Just Free Our Minds
    I Know We’ve Cried In Another Life
    Yes That’s Right
    Seen That Darkness Before,
    But Now It’s A Pretty Sight
    A Very Normal Site
    On The Outskirts Of Life

    Some Viewpoints Make Me Want To Give
    A Certain Shade Of Light
    It Allows You To See My Illuminated Life
    But Don’t Change On My Behalf
    You Do What You Will
    Do What You Want
    You Can Do Anything
    In Order To Make Yourself Right
    To Give You A Taste Of Righteous Life

    Are The Outskirts My Home?
    Yeah It’s Home To Me
    Because I’m Not Just Happy
    I’m Free

  • Rookie - 37 Points Chris Leermakers (4/19/2013 5:14:00 PM) Post reply


    You can try to run away
    You can try to come and play
    You can try to let me go
    You can steal me from the show
    But it won't help you at all
    I will Be there when you fall
    To try to take you far away, far away from

    Let me take you by the hand
    And like try to make you see
    What there really is to know
    And what things can stay for free
    Will you come along with me
    For i will not stay to long
    We can eat and drink and dance
    And i'll even sing a song

    To life there is a road
    You can take it as it comes
    You may stray from the path
    But if truth is what you seek
    You might cry into despair
    But life was never fair
    It's what brings me to this place
    My domain and mine to waste
    You can even try to help
    Try to heal and purge, forget
    But there really is no use
    A great trait of mine's abuse
    You have nothing left to lose
    But to TRY...

  • Rookie - 37 Points Chris Leermakers (4/19/2013 5:12:00 PM) Post reply


    Away Run To Try Can You
    Play And Come In To Try Can You
    Go Me Let To Try Can You
    All At You Help It Won’t But
    Fall You When There Be Will I
    This From Away Far, Away Far You Take To Try To…
    Hand The By You Take Me Let
    See You Make To Try Like And
    Know To Is Really There What
    Free For Stay Can Things What And
    Me With Along Come You Will
    Long Too Stay Not Will I For
    Dance And Drink And Eat Can We

    Song A Sing Even I’ll And
    Road A Is There Life To
    Comes It As Take Can You
    Path The From Stray May You
    Seek You What Is Truth If But
    Despair Into Cry Might You
    Fair Never Was Life But
    Place This To Me Brings What It’s
    Waste To Mine And Domain My
    Help To Try Even Can You
    Forget, Purge And Heal To Try
    Use No Is Really There But
    Abuse Mine's Of Trait Great A
    Lose To Left Nothing Have You
    Try To But…..

  • Rookie Jesse Mccabe (4/19/2013 12:14:00 PM) Post reply

    i love you like the stars love the night sky,
    like the moon loves to glow,
    like the sun loves to shine bright,
    like the wind loves to blow,
    like winter loves to make it snow, like a heart loves to beat,
    for mine will never stop because u hold the key

  • Rookie Sumit Ghosh (4/18/2013 11:53:00 PM) Post reply

    why are u depressed...??
    why are u depressed because your parents left you or hurt you?
    life waits for none!
    why are u depressed because your girl friend left you?
    life waits for none!
    why are u depressed because you failed?
    life waits for none!
    Life is a journey.......!
    were we learn, learn to earn.
    were we not only discover but we create ourself.
    Life is a journey...!
    the journey of unexpected surprises.
    Its shows many surprises sometimes comedy, sometimes tragedy.
    Sometimes its show us how to live happy,
    Sometimes it teaches us sadness is a part of same coin of happines.
    Sometimes it take such a turn that makes us depressed,
    Sometimes it turn to a road of joy.
    Sometimes it halts at road side resturant,
    Sometimes it flow as smooth as wind.
    And at the end it left us to our destination- -death! ...

  • Rookie - 19 Points Savannah Oakes (4/18/2013 11:38:00 AM) Post reply

    A Brisk Walk

    Midnight on a winding street
    air still as the grave
    no danger lurking
    no signs of wake

    You swagger on
    curving gingerly to the left
    then suddenly—
    a hand is in your hand
    hot breath against your cheek
    a whisper in your ear:

    “My love, my light
    come lie with me.
    We will meet at great heights
    where I will set you free,
    from the hands that bind
    and a mind of remiss,
    so you won't but mind
    as you float down the abyss.”

    With no note of dissent
    no sigh, no frown, nor shake
    you are whisked away,
    taking steady steps, with deep breaths
    to the hole where you shall lay.

    When finally you do arrive
    you're beckoned to lie down
    you stumble in, burrowing
    careful not to make a sound.

    Morning comes, but not the sun,
    Eyes search, but nothing found.
    Hands grasp at dirt, nails rake on stone
    at this new burial ground.

    Now screaming will do no good
    nor fight, nor will, nor pain
    you are here and here for good
    because doth wed the night
    and the night doth betrayed.

    “Away now morning light,
    Farewell bitter day!
    Soon we will reunite,
    perhaps from inner fray.
    So beat your drums
    and live in spite
    measure all your sums
    and we'll forget this little slight
    until tomorrow comes.”

    So lie down,
    calm and secure
    make most of this fine bed
    that you've dug yourself out of
    time and time again.

  • Rookie - 19 Points Savannah Oakes (4/18/2013 8:14:00 AM) Post reply

    If I Had Ten More Minutes

    If I had ten more minutes
    And my voice was not faint
    Nor my face so devoid
    Or my mind so blank
    I would profess—

    But I'm afraid of words
    Which might betray lips,
    For what is kept
    is of my eyes,
    that impulsive organ,
    I've attempted to stray:
    hooded, hazed.

    Construing a montage
    ever playing:
    concerns, worries
    fears, and doubts,
    Come to life
    in bursting light
    whilst straining in the dark.

    And if such creations
    could speak—
    or better
    could be heard—
    through the mist of passion
    And masks of pride,

    I would profess
    All in my heart;
    Every quaint murmur
    Forsaken night and night.


  • Rookie - 260 Points Roann Mendriq (4/18/2013 3:12:00 AM) Post reply


    I love to watch the rain, fall in big fat shiny drops,
    I love to know its helping grow, every farmer's crops;

    I love to hear it thunder, and roar loudly as it pours,
    I love to feel it wet my face, my cheeks, my eyes, my nose!

    I love to sit on window sills, and sip hot chocolate milk,
    and watch the rain wash shiny leaves, like velvet watered silk;

    I love brown muddy puddles, I jump and they go 'splash! ',
    And every night I love it, when the lightning starts to flash;

    I love the smell of fresh washed earth, I love the cool crisp breeze,
    When it rains, it's Heaven on earth, as God waters all His trees...

  • Rookie - 260 Points Roann Mendriq (4/17/2013 6:49:00 AM) Post reply

    India is a patch-work, of every single hue,
    Vibrant reds and ochres, and pensive shades of blue;

    Skeins of gold light up the sky, when the sun wakes up each morn,
    The heavens weave a tapestry, of a glittering brand new dawn;

    Gilded pink and shimmering peach, the clouds weave in their lace,
    India is spun golden, in the sun's new morning rays;

    At noon the sun is up and bright, the ocean is sun kist;
    Villages and towns bask in, a gilt-edged white hot mist;

    Paddy fields and valleys, reflect the golden green,
    While ribbons of grey roads, mere wisps of silvery sheen;

    As twilight spins her burnished spool, on the fabric whirling high,
    A dusky lilac, wine red sky, breathes out a drawn out sigh;

    As night enfolds my country, with her quilt of deep, dark blue,
    The Master weaver gently smiles, from vantage His point of view.

  • Rookie *loved Soul* Christian (4/17/2013 3:08:00 AM) Post reply

    I AM A

    I am a wolf
    lost in darkness
    I walk alone
    searching for the light

    I am a student
    with many questions
    I must strengthen my mind
    to find the anwers

    I am a brick wall
    taking life as it hits me
    I am solid and strong
    nothing can break me

    I am a thread
    in the blanket of life
    holding tight and strong
    until I snap in two

    I am a tree
    standing tall and proud
    blowing in the wind
    never changing what I am

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