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"Carpe- Diem dangled playfully on his chest Can you tell time from my eye of glass? Green moonlight beams shot into the eye Directing me to a new horizon Traveling down moonlight drive looking for my e..."

"I close my eyes Shooting stars dance on my eye lids Kissing them so gently So that I may dream SLEEP... I can't let go of the days tensions Methods that push me towards slumber Writing, ..."

"I am the darkness that shadows your mind Some feel I am a burden Maybe I am But I can be used to your advantage You just don't choose to None of you do I don't care! Why should I? You don't seem to ..."

"I feel so pure, so gentile. I want to run the softness of my tongue over your fingertips I want yours to feel the tenderness Of my pubescence I am innocence even though I do not act it I a..."

"painting 'till three         my feet get cold Written April 5th, 2002 © on Apr 05 2002 12:34 PM PST   10 • 0"

"Woman, elegant and soft. On a white carpet stained with blood, she lay. A butcher's knife remains impaled in her abdomen. She is smiling. There is no pain that she feels, but a pride. A feeling of le..."