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Percy
Junior tranceaddict
Registered: Feb 2004
Location: Dayton, OH
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My cousin plays guitar..he's amazing. He will live off his skills some day. Let me know if you wanna hear his work, I'll send you some stuff.
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jayjay2522002: some chick was telling me that at sperm banks it's more expensive if the donor has a degree
jayjay2522002: thats fucked up
s40ward: Not really
s40ward: It's all in the genes man
jayjay2522002: my sperm is super swimmers
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Mar-03-2004 08:37
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MysticStardust
tranceaddict in training

Registered: Feb 2004
Location: Vancouver, Canada
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HEHEH . Well, I'm finished my ghazal, thank god. They're so hard to write and it's really hard to make sense out of them. I did my best and it was my first try ever, so I hope my teacher won't expect much. Here goes....
The first thing about love that comes up is fear
I know it is there, because I feel freighted fear
So cold and so lonely I stand by your side
I feel empty inside, its coming, dead fear
When you touched me, everything was murky blank
The feeling of nothing hugs me with mad fear
Night is young, you whisper “Maya, you are mine”
Feeling trapped and alone, and feeling bad fear
I hope you all know the structure of ghazals, otherwise it totally won't make any sense at all. LOL....it's so pathetic ..well whatcha gonna do.... I prefer to laught rather than cry.

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Last edited by MysticStardust on Mar-03-2004 at 09:12
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Mar-03-2004 09:03
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Dj Dovla
Supreme tranceaddict

Registered: Sep 2001
Location: WEST COAST
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you know everyone is asking for feedback ... but it is very hard to do . I think they all sound great to me , but some meaning is lost in my ears .
you write a poem with an image or experiance behind it , so that piece of writing means something or represents something to you , but others cannot relate to that , and meaning is lost .
have you ever had a friend going though your favorite photo album ?
what do you see , they flip pages like there is no tomorrow , why , becasue those pictures have no attachments for them , it only represents a frozen piece of time . But you , it takes you hours to go through your favorite trip or birthday album , why , becasue they have meaning and memories attached to them . they represent your life . it's the same concept with poems , they represent what you feel at that time , and no one else can relate to that , but yourself
heyy .. all poems here are great , I enjoyed all of them .
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Mar-05-2004 05:24
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nic01445
Was guckst du?
Registered: Mar 2003
Location: HERE AND NOW
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There once was a man from Nantucket
Who's dick was so long he could suck it.
He said with a grin as he wiped off his chin,
"If my ear was a ****, I would fuck it"
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Mar-05-2004 05:27
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LiL_Kandi_AngeL
WOOOHOO i made it

Registered: Nov 2001
Location: Toronto
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| quote: | Originally posted by Dj Dovla
have you ever had a friend going though your favorite photo album ?
what do you see , they flip pages like there is no tomorrow , why , becasue those pictures have no attachments for them , it only represents a frozen piece of time . But you , it takes you hours to go through your favorite trip or birthday album , why , becasue they have meaning and memories attached to them . they represent your life . it's the same concept with poems , they represent what you feel at that time , and no one else can relate to that , but yourself
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i totally agree 
here are some of my poems...
In a Dream
In a dream I saw your face
I held your hand feeling your long embrace
You whispered something softly directly in my ear
Having chills up and down my spine
you said everything I wanted to hear.
You looked directly in my eyes
But then you looked away
Your lips went to meet mine
And forever that’s where I wanted to stay.
But as soon as you kissed me the sun began
To rise and now that I’m not dreaming
My fantasy dies.
I begin to grip my pillow
And I start to cry,
My bed is like a casket
Feeling dead I lie.
Having to go to bed
Is what I live for
When I can close my eyes
And dream of you once more
My Place
This place so sacred
An unraveled thought
A forbidden place for non-accepting eyes
My castle my dream
Eternity of happiness
With no fear, nor hate
No tears to be shed
Only tears of joy
All through blue crystals
That tell so many stories
Of sadness, of hate, of lies
But within my dreams
Reality dares not exist
My space of safety
Home to my thoughts
Fantasies
And wishes
Where life’s many
Wonders are answered
I’m a curious child
Unbroken when I travel to
My one and only
Heaven.
Inside
Look deep into my eyes and concentrate on what you see
Look past all the tearz and find the soul that is aching
Can you see me or are you blind
Keep searching, I don’t give myself away to just anyone.
Stop being scared to lose yourself within me.
Lose yourself.
The appearance is just a cover to a mystery novel.
I am a novel
Read me like you would a great book and uncover the truth that lies between the lines.
Love is something that happens over time and builds over the years
Not something you wake up feeling.
Don’t wake up.
Rest your head upon me and feel the power that our souls feel when we touch
A mystical magic that floats through our body which is only felt with you
Feel the power that I hold inside.
Who I am is who you can reveal though your love.
Love is what I need to grow.
Lets grow old together where love is the only thing we will need.
Have you uncovered me yet?
An Angel is all you see.
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"Never trust anyone who doesn't smile with their eyes!!!"
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Mar-06-2004 04:34
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