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Eternal Waiting

Member since 2002 · Posted 22 Mar 2003 · 5 comments

Alone I sit, Staring at a wall. First my spirits get lifted, Then of course they fall. I'm sitting here waiting, You're still not here. All I can do is miss you so, And my thoughts are nothing but sincere. Tommorow is too far away, Yesterday was so long in the past. I miss your voice, You need to be here, and fast. So I contine to sit here alone, And again I stare at the wall. But there's nothing I can do, I'm just waiting for you to call.

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[10] thepinkbunnyofdoom 22-Mar-03/9:07 PM Reply

You win a BEEN THERE BEFORE LIFE GETS BETTER AWARD. No really trust me. Compare this to a poem I wrote called Idiot Box. -10-

[4] Sawa 22-Mar-03/11:54 PM Reply

Trite-o-rama.

[7] Blindproject217 23-Mar-03/1:12 PM Reply

I felt this way alot until I got off my butt and started to do somthing with my life, I had no motivation or want to do anything. This girl ran my life and as soon as she was gone there was nothing. I couldnt take it anymore, I just walked out my front door and walked 2 miles and then came home started playing bass and guitar, made new friends and went paintballing and camping every month. The first step is your front door. I dont know if you wrote this poem but if anyone can relate to this poem, then this is my ten cents.

[2] <~> 23-Mar-03/4:10 PM Reply

you could put on more eyeliner.

and add a few more piercings.

[n/a] -=Dark_Angel=-, P.I. 10-Feb-04/4:08 AM Reply

Eternal Wiping

Great wipes have little wipes
upon their stains to wipe 'em,
and little wipes have smaller wipes,
and so ad infinitum.

-from 'A Budget of Paradoxes' by A. de Morgan, 1872