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posted on Oct, 23 2008 @ 07:27 PM
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It's like standing in the rain
And it doesn't even matter
Watching it hit the pavement
Listening to the Pitter Patter

It's like laying out in the sunshine
Without any sunglasses on
Closing your eyes and sleeping
As though it were dusk until dawn

It's like climbing the highest mountain
Just to see its point of view
Wearing nothing but sandals
The air is fresh, clean and true

It's like waking up beside one
With nothing but blankets around
Having breakfast served in bed
No need to make a sound

It's like having a hot cup of coffee
And waking up with the sun
Reading the morning paper
The crosswords are always fun

It's like having a nice hot shower
When its cold as hell outside
Knowing that its free-rein indoors
No laws in which to abide

Its like seeing all I need in you
Everytime I close my eyes
Perhaps its what I'm searching for
You'll be the slavation in my demise

- Carrot




posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 02:28 PM
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Cat
Splat
On the highway
Flat that

Deer
Smeared
On the freeway
Oh dear

Bear
Snared
In a bear trap
Oh crap



posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 03:05 PM
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reply to post by CA_Orot
 


I love the non-pretentious simplicity here. Good job.


(Sorry, this is no collaboration-writing-effort, only a comment).

[edit on 26-10-2008 by Skyfloating]



posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 07:01 PM
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Nearly 60.
Iv'e spilled my guts
in Texas, Colorado and
the Enchanted Land.
They soaked up my songs
like a bar fly soakes up gin.
My grey will never see brown
again.

Who knows who will
be alive tomorrow?
Perhaps being condemed
to a glory I can neither
avoid or survive.
I make my will.

I can't behave
See that my grave
is kept clean.



posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 07:48 PM
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He gave me a damn ring
A ring I didn't want
A ring I didn't ask for
A ring he had no business buying

He told me had this "thing"
A thing called love he thought
A word he used: adore
A few better words: He was lying

He put this ring on my finger
And told me he'd love me forever
I told him I wasn't ready
He didn't listen, he kept putting it on

I let it sit there, and linger
I thought I was being clever
Afterall we were "goin' steady"
I wished I could just take it off.
Just take the damn thing off.

- Carrot



posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 09:12 PM
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reply to post by Skyfloating
 


Thank you Skyfloating


This isn't a contribution to the thread either, just a thankyou.

- Carrot



posted on Oct, 26 2008 @ 09:36 PM
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When you smile, laugh, cry,..Is it real or fake.
Do you even remember how to tell the difference...

Do you feel lonely though you are not alone...
or do you long to be alone but can never be...


Does time rule your life...

Do you remember your dreams..

Can you block out the rest of the world when you want to...

Do you even want to just be quiet and alone with your thoughts..?



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 01:08 AM
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Fake at the seams
I hope not to be

I want to be real
I just want to feel

The realness I'm faking
Has left me breaking

Broken and Damaged
Mal-nourished and Famished

I am alone
Sometimes I am not

Sometimes I love it
Sometimes I hate it

A slave to time, Is what I am
I can't help it, I simply am

I remember the dreams
I try to live them
Am I?
I question this often.

Alone with my thoughts
Is where I am always.
Always.


- Carrot



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 08:04 AM
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This is my first collaborative post you see,
Please, please be gentle with me.

Another day, yes, alone.
And yes, it's possible even when others are home.

I need adult conversation, a friend to talk to,
A friend that's old enough to tie their own shoe.

A friend that won't criticize,
Gripe or complain.
One that can recognize when they cause pain.

There was someone here like that,
Where did they go?

So today I'll go visit a friend,
She'll listen, we'll cry and then we'll laugh.
It's how friends should be, just like that.

Then back home I'll be,
more of the same for me.

Rush



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 01:59 PM
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It's even worse when your alone
But, the house is full
The constant drone
Of voices that make you want to pull
...All of your hair out

Pleasant conversation is
Something that I crave
In a house full of empty
Its as still as grave
......not mine I hope

Alone in a city
Or alone in a house
Either way is just as depressing
I'm as quiet as a mouse
....in either setting

I'm tired. I'm so tired.
I'm frusterated, and I'm lonely
Missing the comforts of what was
Replaced by the aloneness of now
....Always, just alone

A weekend of mindless conversation
Doesn't satisfy the need for real
For what is real now, for what is real here
What exactly do I feel
....I guess I just don't know.


- Carrot



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 03:03 PM
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This story without an ending
Is tearing me up inside
You might have been pretending
Either way, I haven't cried

I've turned the pages front to back
Searching between the lines
Looking for the slightest sign
That you were hitting the road, Jack

I've stared at countless pages
Blank as the expression you wear
Stone white, worn with the ages
When I steal a glance, you're unaware

Even though I tried to write my own end
To a story that barely began
I know I can't write it alone again
This next page is yours my friend


- Carrot



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 04:16 PM
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The closure that we seek
I don't think will ever be found.
We need to write our own book
If we want our lives to be sound.

Confusion
Despair

These feelings that run so deep.
Fill the empty pages of the book we wish to keep.

Laughter
Joy

We can only find within ourselves,
And if we take a really hard look
We'll surely find it within our own book.

Rush






[edit on 27-10-2008 by hsur2112]



posted on Oct, 27 2008 @ 10:49 PM
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Breathing but broken
Like he was shatterproof glass
Words never spoken

Now shallow and cold
Just like a winter puddle
Out in the open

The damage is done
Or so the inflictor claims
The act has ended

The act is a means
To damage never ending



posted on Oct, 28 2008 @ 06:43 PM
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Light Creeps across the floor,
Threatening to expose the Darkness' fear.
The sliver works its way from the wall,
from the wall, to my eyes in the morning light.
I turn over, expecting to fall back into sleep,
Instead I study the features you hold;
Your eyelashes fluttering, the curve of your face.
I want to touch your face, oh so soft
So as to not wake you.
I pull my hand back and nestle into the warmth,
I close my eyes - I have a few minutes.
A few minutes to fall back into sleep, before the sun
Creep it's way towards your Eyes
Then the Day Begins.


- Carrot


[edit on 10/28/2008 by CA_Orot]



posted on Nov, 5 2008 @ 01:54 PM
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I've kissed your Lips a thousand times
I've felt your warm body next to mine
I've woken up with you
I've gone to sleep with you

Will we stand the test of time?
The thought is always on my mind
Is this a love, defined as true
I know how I feel, but what about you?

I'm constantly plagued by time
I wonder how long you'll stay mine
I've sung with you, and
I've philosophised with you

I've woken up, staring, Time after time
I've lived with you a thousand lives
I've laughed with you
I've cried with you

I miss you all the time
I'm lonely, all the time
You're everything, I want to need you
You have no idea how lost I am without you

Where are you?
I'm standing right here.

- Carrot


[edit on 11/5/2008 by CA_Orot]



posted on Nov, 6 2008 @ 12:41 AM
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I woke up first, as I often do
Not wanting to untangle myself from you
I closed my eyes, and prayed for sleep
Hoping your eyes would stay closed too

Instead you woke, and I asked you to stay
We talked politics in bed, and philosophy
You kept holding me, You didn't let go
And all I can tell you, are things I know

That five more minutes, can make all the difference
In a world that is ruled by time
Just five more minutes, please stay with me
Talk with me, and share you dreams

For five more minutes, forget the world
Lay here with me, lets make our own world
Where time isn't of the essence
And we can stay for five more minutes without consequence

Just five more minutes, please.

- Carrot



posted on Nov, 6 2008 @ 01:25 AM
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Like I've said about her slippers,
They wouldn't be hard to fill.
Why am I scared of something
So simple as size 8 slippers?

Everything that I don't want to be
Is sitting in front of me, frizzy haired
Comfortable, un-aware of it all
Content with being this way

She was once correct about me
Back to that one conversation
The one that shocked me to death
And I realized she was still in there

Where she told me she knew me better,
Better than I know myself
I prayed to god she wasn't right
I didn't want her to be right

I'd rather if she didn't know me so well
But she's my mother, those are the rules
I don't give her enough credit for it
But she's smarter than she knows

She told me that I'm bitter
I concede that I am a little hung up
She told me that I'm confused
I admit, I don't know where to stand

I choose to be this way,
Its only recent, I've started to notice
I just can't seem to let go
I refuse to forget, I'm not ready to

Instead I'll re-live when I'm alone
I'll remember it while it burns my soul
And I'll remember why I choose this path
Becuase I am terrified to try on those damn slippers

- Carrot



posted on Nov, 6 2008 @ 01:37 AM
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It's time to empty the suitcase
This one I've been carrying around
With me up and down 86 stairs
It's time to finally come down

It's time to open the closet
Get rid of the things I don't need
These skeletons are haunting and
It's time to let them roam free

It's time to open the windows
This room is so dark, it's scary
Look at the sun carress the skies
It's time to watch the sunrise

It's time to take off these shoes
The ones that are much to small
And remind me that I'm not where I should be
It's time to finally choose

It's time to make a decision
About where I am right now
Except that I can't quite do it
I can't quite figure it out...

- Carrot



posted on Nov, 8 2008 @ 11:35 PM
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You can't make it go away.
You can't fix it.
Do you know what
you're going to do about it?
I know what I'm gonna do about it.
I'm gonna drive down to Juarez.
perhaps part of it will die
if I leave.

That's right,
I live in the physical world
moment to moment
I must write down
every recurring thought
and stop every beating second.
Do you think it's easy?
Try it sometime,
you'll see.



posted on Nov, 9 2008 @ 12:17 PM
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Napalm Nancy
With her make up so fancy
And her tits flying up in the air

Still in the mood to play
Still looking for a mystery date
When the good girls have all gone home

Give her some candy
And she'll do anyting you fancy
Be nice and she'll take out her false teeth

Don't take her home to mother
But she'll take care of your brother
She'll do anything for a piece of cheese

She'll give you fleas
And gladly share her disease
Hitting that is like playing Russian roulette

Napalm Nancy
With her make up so fancy
Wearing a skirt with no underwear

She's a winner
A prize for any sinner
I think I'd rather go home and wack off







[edit on 9-11-2008 by Excitable_Boy]





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