How Is It?How is it that in all the world people you love the most cut you deepest?How Is It?
How is it that you put a foot forward and you're chopped off at the toes?
How is it that a difference in opinion can't just lie but it's pushed to convince, have we no right of our own?
How is it that the love of my world can't just accept we just have a different opinon, and leave it there?
How is it that I can be accused of being an evil person just because of my opinion of the age of the world?
How is it that this is more important than just loving someone, accepting
Why Car WhyIs this ever gonna fix itself? What do I have to do? I am not made of wealth, just peace and a little love too.Why Car Why
I get my hopes up thinking it's the last, but something else always needs a fix. Every time it's just one more task, every time, just a few more licks.
I am ready for my wings to grow again, being tied down isn't my thing. I'm just ready to chiil with a friend, I don't care about the bling-bling.
Come on, give me my life back, You're so close I can taste it on my tongue. Pretty soon I'll feel ready to give a smack, if this
Summer DazeSummer daze here again, take a toke remember when, dancing, laughing nothing more, no job to tie no news to bore, just river baths and muddy feet, mushroom circles are our seat, flowers inSummer Daze
our dreaded hair, skin a tan and not so fair, it's the life I love to spend, with my dear 'ole hippie friends.
~Amanda Olson 7-13-08
Loss of a FriendThe loss of a friend cuts very deep, like the tip of a sword held under high heat.Loss of a Friend
The sorrow and loss and feeling of shock, leaves nothing more in your heart to unlock.
You sob out your tears 'till you're dry as a bone, wanting nothing more than to sit all alone.
Flashes of laughter rise up from the deep, at least those are very good memories to keep.
Symbiotic InspirationHe comes quietly to me each day to stare, Looking like he’s lost, lost his soul to bare. What thoughts he finds in me I don’t know. Not a change, nothing in him ever seems to show.Symbiotic Inspiration
He is the only solitary man who comes constantly. Standing, watching me, he is waiting very patiently. Soon he is sitting like he will motion to pray, Yet then laying down with nothing to say.
He looks upside down to me, but he knows I can never talk, But he will not even think to get up to walk. I hope he gets something from his flipped time with me, Though through his motionless figur
Foreward...
Also, be prepared for some sarcasm and stupidity off people...that just goes hand in hand with being the internet. It's the same reason why people's pages that have photos get way more hits than those of us who do poetry or prose. Most people are moronic, or at least find it easier to be that way...
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So do you have another account? What is it...
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