

Play My GameHow do you test the sands of time? Such strange return we're granted. Its so hard to understand lifes enless weaving. Intimate spirals crossed with odd shapes and symetry. Lusts intertwined with "I for you and you for me." How do we know when things go right? Do we simply wait for destruction? Complication rules my thoughts, with loves crude introduction. Will it stand up to lifes challenge or will it curl and die with the pattern? How do we know when to jump and when to sit? Such sweet words come tangled with pleasure and happiness, but how much of me can I lose before mPlay My Game


Pretty as a PictureThis mind is a picture Delicatly painted by a gracefull hand Each portion bright and colorful Each stroke dotted with passion and drive Toil, Pain, and fear sometimes make an appearance Driving the crafty painter in new directions All the while the big picture remains unchanged The ribbons of doubt weave and tear through the canvas Complimented only by the constant stream of desire Every detail fits into the complicated image somewhere, somehow. Accenting and highliting the greatest features Challenges and accomplishments add depth New feeling of love and compassion add sPretty as a Picture


ResourceWhat is pain? What would it look like? What would it taste or sound like? How can we ever understand?.. Pain is the feeling that follows every day It is the empty spaces left by those you allow inside It tastes like the blood of those you have injured with loss Pain is heard in every word of an empty mind We will never understand but it drives us onward or it stops us in our tracksResource


FeelingSo your alone agian Writhing in pain Left by your weak spot Your heart must be beating My air your still breathing Holding onto my mind Leeching my consciencness Bringing me pain and hatred Your my worst enemy, My best friend Your everything I needFeeling
Your everything i despise Your bleeding my blood Your stealing my thoughts Living my life, killing my brain The love you lost The hole thats left the need you feel Its exploding your insides Pity seeps from my broken spirit Your my need my purpose I almost felt whole But no
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*...I am a collector...*
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please step into my world
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*...I am a collector...*
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please step into my world
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Why aren't you just the little monster of my dreams, wait show me your fangs, then we can be together eternally.
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*...I am a collector...*
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please step into my world
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*...I am a collector...*
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please step into my world
mega kisses to you
K
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~Aikia Reikon~ My tortured soul... i feel that ice is comming home to rest in my body, my heart, so broken that i feel it shattering within, HOPE is all i have left, and i HOPE to keep moving down the road of life....
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Why aren't you just the little monster of my dreams, wait show me your fangs, then we can be together eternally.
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