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When the ungodly happens in a church...
A poem about Rock and Roll. Some songs are used in this poem. The following songs are used:
Symphony of Destruction - Megadeth
Shockwave - Black Tide
Enter Sandman - Metallica
Number of the Beast - Iron Maiden
Stairway to Heaven - Led Zeppelin
Cowboys From Hell - Pantera
Eclipse - Pink...
I can't keep picking up the broken pieces
By Amity Willows
This is my second protest song, the other one being
Unrevealed In the Prism
on December 2. Â© All rights reserved
The absence thereof,
I stand accused.
Devoid of any,
Unrevealed in the prism.
I am the chill that fills your vision when you see the painted snow.
I am the heat that radiates the furnace and gives hot steel...
I feel unimportant sometimes
like I don't even matter
No one comes to visit me,
By Scribblings Of A Middle Aged Mad Man
She saw him as a one night stand, he was left in love and yearning her return.
Poetry | Updated Dec 6, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
Crimson tides flow
o'er grassy plains
Cant help but get dirty sometimes
Poetry | Updated Nov 8, 2007 | Reads: 10 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 2
She could see my anguish, my fight and she could hear the reason in my voice and somehow it led to a kiss... For the first time I saw her and it released me free from myself even if only for a second.
I was read a small portion of The Stand (By Stephen King) and had to expand on what was written. The 2 characters are Jesse and Fran. Fran has just told Jesse that she is pregnant,and Jesse isn't take it to well. I highly suggest you read The Stand before you read this.
My best friend lies on the floor as I'm having a fling with her better friend..
Poetry | Updated Oct 1, 2007 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
When you know peace of heart and your spirit finds comfort you realize you are home. The beauty that surrounds you brings great joy; listening to the sounds of the earth you don't have to be blind to feel the significance of home.
Poetry | Updated Jul 9, 2007 | Reads: 3 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 13