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A Bunch of Poems 2
We tread upon the emerald grass,
underneath is hallowed ground.
By Constantinos Grigoriadis
I wait for my tomorow to come,
Lost inside my today
Poetry | Updated Oct 9, 2007 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 1
Why tell me what delirium is meant to be
We age with time, in what dreams do we believe
Hope for today was almost scary, on the contrary, flocks of my sheep are dieing
So what good Shepperd's gives up trying
They told me to go to sleep, and Jesus Christ would wash my feet
Slip and sin, we...
An out look on changes in people and the way we see them.
Poetry | Updated Jul 23, 2007 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
My thoughts about living and loving for today.
Poetry | Updated Mar 31, 2007 | Reads: 5 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 2