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pour mon fils: March 2010
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Friday, March 26, 2010. To the absence of condom sometime in July 2009, I owe everything in this thesis to you equipped with the rawest self I had. But also it is love. To my twin sister, I LOVE YOU. I hat...
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pour mon fils: March 2009
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Monday, March 30, 2009. Her skin is the shore of your oceanic eyes. Her hair, the silk on your bed. Her kiss is the fire and roses falling over your soul. Her eyes, your universe. But you are still. When this ...
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pour mon fils: May 2009
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I chose Poetry because I thought it was the easiest genre. It can be short, but it can’t be easy at all. There was no easy way or short way or right way. There is only try. You tried to incorporate your life experiences together with your imagination into the lines of poetry. What really is Poetry? Wednesday, May 20, 2009. La Mère Dans Moi. C'est tout de moi, étant un étudiant et une future maman. French 11 removal hahaha). Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Tips orang tua untuk anak yang suka nonton TV. 1 afte...
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December | 2006 | Mental Maelstrom
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Archive for December, 2006. Somewhere. She Left Me All Alone. I was holding my breath for what seemed like eternity. But she just stood there for the lonest time. Her eyes were like globules of pure beauty. while mine looked like the upwelling sea. I cant help but send silent grunts of discomfort for my mouth was as dry as the sahara. The moment she […]. Sadness crept down the wine cellar In her cute pink dress of rags and dirt singing in silent wails and falling tears. Filed under: CW 101.
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Yellow Moon | Mental Maelstrom
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They say the yellow moon. Sets you in an awry mood. I say it dances. To the beat of the Gods drums and trumpets. Waltzing… to the tune of one’s beating heart. It all stops…. As the beating skips its tune…. The yellow moon returns. To its heavenly throne…. No Responses Yet to “Yellow Moon”. Feed for this Entry. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out.
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June | 2008 | Mental Maelstrom
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Archive for June, 2008. So I was wrong… Being away from school ai’nt all butterflies and raindbows… and honey and milk… and candy and sweets… it had its share of shit… and i mean DEEP shit… Now everybody asks me. hows life during LOA? And the answer would be… Paradise… minus everything else… I apparently became a traveler, missionary […]. On A New Course. Pink on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. Achilles (kay walay… on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. On Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0beta.
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May | 2008 | Mental Maelstrom
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Archive for May, 2008. They say the yellow moon Sets you in an awry mood I say it dances to the beat of the Gods drums and trumpets Waltzing… to the tune of one’s beating heart And suddenly… It all stops… as the beating skips its tune… the yellow moon returns to its heavenly throne…. On A New Course. Pink on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. Achilles (kay walay… on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. On Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0beta. You had me at hello.
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The Amoeba | Mental Maelstrom
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Why I find Jennylyn Mercado Beautiful. Youre a disease i can never stop,. Makes me cry every night. Feels like butterflies in my stomach. And shakes my heart apart. Though it hurts i still want it. Like candy. on an aching tooth. Youre my ameoba. the one i nurse. Get over on it. Try to shake away the feeling. And throw you out of my system,. Only to get you on my lips… to suffer a kiss. And alas i die. I wish you’d be by my side. To be the one ill be sick with tonight. BY: hector, TAZI, and Achilles.
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November | 2006 | Mental Maelstrom
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Archive for November, 2006. As his hand slipped from her grip. He could only sing her name as loud and as clear as his soundbox can. Explosions rang like school bells when it was time to go home. He looked left and right in search of her. But every soul looked the same in the maelstrom of dust and […]. Filed under: CW 101. Filed under: CW 101. If i could have. On A New Course. Pink on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. Achilles (kay walay… on Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be…. On Of Rain and Dogs ver2.0be….
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A New Course | Mental Maelstrom
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So I was wrong… Being away from school ai’nt all butterflies and raindbows… and honey and milk… and candy and sweets… it had its share of shit… and i mean DEEP shit…. Now everybody asks me. hows life during LOA? And the answer would be… Paradise… minus everything else… I apparently became a traveler, missionary (in my own right), teacher, driver, laborer, Cotton gin operator, coup de etat leader, and our home’s very own opposition leader. Now you say…. WHAT? And I say… YEAH! Feed for this Entry.
