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Eternal Waiting (Free verse) by darkhelmet10 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.
Up the ladder:
Attention! - To the Wondering Soul
Down the ladder:
Mother
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Posted: March 22, 2003 8:06 PM PST; Last modified: March 22, 2003 8:06 PM PSTWeighted score: 4.7310586 Overall Rank: 11817 Comments:
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thepinkbunnyofdoom @ 24.209.19.37
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22-Mar-03/9:07 PM
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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-
Trite-o-rama.
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.
you could put on more eyeliner.
and add a few more piercings.
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 146 view(s)
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