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   I was traveling threw a happy land, listening to my  favorite band.       But I looked down and saw the sand, looking all dark and tanned.     There was  an arch and it made daylight seem dark.      Out of  curiosity, I  ran and ended up getting a tan. Out of the Mint sand and a stolen ice cream cone, I climbed up the arch, on the sand that was dark and shook my creation of a Mint ice-cream.    And like as in a dream , Mint ice cream fell all over me, and i dared not  to scream. Happy was I , I dared not to be sappy. but my feelings of happy became sappy. When a storm of mint creation came all over . and I hid under the arch for cover. I feared I was annihilated, but I soon lost my addiction. And now it is as if  my dream was nonfiction. It couldn't have been fiction in all its benediction?  When a storm of mint creation came all over . and I hid...

 It occurred to me that Glitter and Dust are  two opposite twins. And when they argue one side wins. And their cousin is Lust.   Dust is the end result of all the faults , of  Lovers and Adults.   And Glitters is the  hard work and creation of a malt.    For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for every malt that is a must, something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust. That Malt shop once alive in the sixties , is now dead  in the two thousand twenties. It simply couldn't last for infinities. For every malt there is a fault. With Glitters and Dust. And for every malt that is a must, something turns to rust and has the residue of Dust. I traveled there and witnessed the horror of the rein of the Glitters and Dust. It turned out the owner  was a loner and lusted women and gave them Cherries and lemons. Until it was time for him to turn into Dust. And now his shop is covered in rust and Dust( the very thing he be...

 As  I sit here and think about my day.     And how we parted ways. Maybe it was better that way.     You said "hey", I said " good day''. And went on my way. It was a good day and the Thunderstorm makes me think other ways.    I should have stayed and said more than "good day". ( I was just too nervous) I guess this is how I pay. You met another person at your own bay. Cause you're a mermaid that way. Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division. your the 12  and I'm the 3 and my decision is the four. Who likes to pour pain and rain into the situation. Now i regret my decision , to split with you like division. We could be sitting elsewhere. And that possibility is not too much too bear. My feelings seem to lash in this UN-joyful little bash. I was just to afraid to ask,as you basked in the gym lights. that night in said goodnight to you, and i promise i will say hello and bring you Jello. and ask the q...

As I travel across space i wonder if i'm out of place. Traveling in space and its a race that never seems to end. Traveling forever is traveling that never ends. We could never be newly weds. But that depends, but because i lost your planet. By the winter frost, i think it was better, because i couldn't stand the weather. We used to play all day, in May. But of  all the people on planet Earth , we  where the ones who had to pay. There were no beach-y summer days. No eating ice cream in the hay. All those days went away, when I couldn't stay. So I say good day. So we went are way. I could fell my 4 hearts fray. We used to play all day, in May. But of  all the people on planet Earth , we  where the ones who had to pay. There were no beach-y summer days. No eating ice cream in the hay. All those days went away, when I couldn't stay. Maybe its that day I will write you letter. With a blue jay feather.  And  find that colorful...

Now Its dark and now I know we should have gone to the park. But we we should climb up the the ark and kiss in the dark. The shadows lark and when they fade they'll take us to moring, when it is not to dark to go to the park. But one problem you're not there ,sleeping in your room with your teddy bear. who has lost almost all its hair, from the time you haven't been there. Don't give up. not ever and not here. (I love you dear.)  Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are. Because I'll be there. ( I miss touching your hair.) Now there ,we are far apart. Its not a good work of art. Don't be scared, I know your hands bare. But mine are too, and I feel as if i have caught the flu. (Without you). Don't give up. not ever and not here. (I love you dear.)  Don't give up, not ever and not wherever you are. Because I'll be there. ( I miss touching your hair.) I wish had superglue to glue our bare and lonely hands together. But its like our hearts ar...

If I met a Ladie Genie. I could travel off with her in a Lamborghini. I could wish for a thousand wishes....     I would wish for a date and we'll celebrate. Filling the area that was once filled with hate and I couldn't debate.    I wished for kisses. I got them.          Money to overwhelm. But I couldn't tell something wasn't going well. As far as I could tell.   And no all my wishes are gone, With The Girl Genie, who decided she would hurl if she stayed.        Now if I had one wish., I would wish her back and stop her from doing another person's dishes.    If I had one wish I would get her a kiss... in bliss. tiss.tiss.   But may things are ad-miss. Now I'm coming for her. And I remove and UN-stir all the problems that lead up to this mess.    I'll wrong the rights with all my might. And I won't give up the fight!

This Battle has been going on for some days. Talen and William are trying to better each on writing poems. You can vote on them in Comments. With 1- as poor. 2- a bit poor. 3- good 4-better 5- the Best. So Vote. Talen has been calling himself Mint Thunder. William is calling himself River Breeze. Please hurry voting closes May 18,2010. But i'm not sure the poems will stop. But please, i'm going nuts!!!!

 i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay. To stay away, from the people who want me to pay. and from the people that are losing the game of life. that we play every day. If i could my place, would never go to waste. It would keep me in place. Sorrowing spires and something to admire. yes it has that. A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats. also that. a room where visions run wild and don't lack for style. i would put my papers in a fashionable pile. a place where i could transport myself from here to some miles. my house would never go out of style, and it would clean itself and never be mean to me.  i wish i could run away and find my own place to stay. To stay away, from the people who want me to pay. and from the people that are losing the game of life. that we play every day. Sorrowing spires and something to admire. yes it has that. A closet full of hats that hang on the ceiling walls like bats. also that. a room where visio...

Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth. like in a hay stack, there's a needle and its Ruth. That you can always count on to tell the truth. Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth.  Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,  No simple person can stand the truth. Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth. many people will kick down booths , if they hear the truth. many people will blow their heads off, with a loud sound"PO-UF-TT". many people will jump and fall with a thump, if they hear it. If they hear it. and that's the truth..... Good Heavens! Only good  Ruth can stand the truth. other people will lose their tooth.  Good Heavens , I say because almost where ever I go,  No simple person can stand the truth. Its only needles in haystacks, like Ruth,can stand the truth. many people w...

i  could not find a single person to be real life Evange Krom . Its like finding a date to the prom. one told me to leave her alone. another ignored. another said no. another asked to borrow a bow. though not  one person i could find. they thought i lost my mind. not in reality, but in Migoland. I've seem to lost my mind eating sand. may i comment is quiet bland.

if could swim threw the dreams of mankind. I would think some are blue and others are red. the blue ones lead to a sorrow end. that carries its victims away with the wind. the red will spiral you to your destiny. even if it is to go to new guinea. And if  i was to choose between the dreams of Mr. Mankind. i would choose the color of a rose. the person who chooses blue, is at a lose of hue. and is blind to the possibilities of Mr. Mankind,and would you find them on street? all fast asleep. of course they are a loss for dreams and represent the fall of mankind.  swimming out into the dreams is endless and sometimes i think about giving up to blue, which is at a loss of a hue. if could swim threw the dreams of mankind. I would think some are blue and others are red. the blue ones lead to a sorrow end. that carries its victims away with the wind. the red will spiral you to your destiny.  even if it is to go...

standing from afar, looking in a bar,     at the girl talking about her dream  car.            I wish i could take her to the stars. instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars. The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars. Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.   I wonder why i feel so lone. standing from afar, looking in a bar,     at the girl talking about her dream  car.            I wish i could take her to the stars. instead I'm trapped behind imaginary cell bars. The only way i would have the chance, it would be on mars. Not on earth gazing at the stars all alone.   I wonder why i feel so lone. In my imagination, we would spend so much time the wind would want to pretend. that we didn't spend so much time together, in all the weather. Now in my mind I'm not alone and the wind would moan. I'm not alone and the wind would moan. I'm not...