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Since August 5, 2012
12 Recognitions
A wavering of words, In a never ending knot, The meaning of which unlimited. A writers craft, Is not to think, But to let their feelings flow. Pen to paper, Pixels to screen, A number of possibility. A new idea, Means a quick retreat, Into a world of never ending dreams. A question is answered, Another asked, Then back and over again. When will writings, Become a simple logic, In a world of illogical things.
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    Rated: E · Writing · #1884235
    A writers craft, Is not to think, But to let their feelings flow
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1884229
    The blackness engulfs me
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1884169
    They ask me why
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1884046
    When was the last time, I sat and thought
    Rated: E · Other · #1883936
    The empty room, an idea that will eventually evolve into a story.
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1883901
    Realzing that you need to look to all time periods to live the life you were ment to,
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1883892
    I walk down a darkened street, Staring up into the luminesent moon.
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1883888
    A moster only I can see
    Rated: E · Psychology · #1883858
    How may a human be compared to the butterfly?
    Rated: E · Philosophy · #1883780
    A quick poem I wrote after a long time thinking.
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