Katsucon 18th - 20th Cosplay
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Publié :18/2/2011 19h12
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Katsucon Anime Con National Harbor Gaylord Feb 18-20th trying to get an orgy going featuring lots of anime cosplay
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Katsucon 18th - 20th Cosplay
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Publié :18/2/2011 13h53
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 3233 vues
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Katsucon Anime Con National Harbor Gaylord Feb 18-20th trying to get an orgy going featuring lots of anime cosplay
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One Flash
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h29
Dernière mise à jour :18/10/2009 3h01 2541 vues
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The favorite author I wont have read
The sky's of blue I wont have seen
The roads upon I wont have drove
The movies & shows I wont have viewed
The kitchen & home I wont have cleaned
The grounds of children I wont have played
The fallen son I wont have raised
The love my heart I wont have shared
The life I wanted I wont have lived
The cities & towns I wont have been
The yawning puppies I wont have pet
With stinging tears I cry myself to sleep
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The Shower
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h28
Dernière mise à jour :23/2/2008 6h37 2693 vues
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In the shower as I plead
for the sheer minute shread of what I am
the temperatureless water sheilds,
No, shadows my true pain
I beg for just some little thing
of me, for me, to be me.
I plead and plead as moments of
worthlessness vs. existence permeate
I worry if I am somehow taking away
from someone, or thing, else
and not being a little self serving
or not sure if I'm not being selfish!?!?
How I scream and cry even more
at the very thought of this
and how as I write these thoughts
I can barely see through
the wavering salty pools
and the odd yet familiar experience
of the pouring chlorinated water
swirling and mixing within
but alas loosing to the salted,
that forms more quickly, and
as I curl up into a ball
and squeeze as hard as I can
looking to my side slightly
not even one hair pore bump over
on my knee wishing I'd see you
... I don't!!!
I had to tell myself to get up
so many times this time
it scared me.
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The Good Friend
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h27
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2595 vues
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Sitting in the breaks between
adding data to the cd image
and the low disc space baloons
I wonder where are you now
Are you home in his arms
sleeping soundfully safe in his slumber
or worst in the throws
eyes blazzing locked onto one another
throbbing, pleading, demanding,
calculating, questioning, loving, and ascerning
the very point of loving someone
or maybe playing seperate video games
with him annoyed at all the parts you need help on
and something that I would have wanted
to experienced with you and still do,
as the unloved. "The Good Friend"
The old boyfriend who wont get over it!!!
The one who's heart is still in it's box
with the sign, Fragile Handle With Care
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A Wife
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h26
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2555 vues
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You made a statement that you didn't have a clue what you could possibly have done to give anyone the impression you could be a wife. Ten minutes later I responded to your myspace with this.
Where would I begin to begin.
The offer in which I had stated
was one with obvious great care
And thought which was unabated
To share your life and my life too
Your father I asked for his permission
I impatiently rushed to be by your side
To which I am guilty of your loves addiction
The moment I saw you true love did shine
A lifeless young boy trapped in a worn out man
You gave me new hope and a gift a third time again
Of gods greatest gift we made castles in the sand
You opened my eyes to what life's joy is
To make myself a better person regardless of fear
To offer a hand when a true friend is in need
And to keep my friends close and my enemy's near
You complimented my soul, and I yours, everyone agrees
You need to live your life not tied down so young
But what of those couples you hear celebrating their 50th
I imagined us like that, with children, or at least one
And now you've moved on to a new adventure
One that currently you muse to fulfill your life
But all & all, through thick & thin like Noah and Allie
You have all the qualities I wanted, and still do, in a wife
your lover for eternity
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Missed
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h23
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2463 vues
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I did my best at the time I guess
Never thought it would turn out this way
I wanted it all and to a fail
There was no day for you to go away
Well I've made mistakes and more than few
I kept most inside now it comes out
The days I miss, with one for a vail
And even the times when we would shout
Well life had something in store for me
at least it seemed that way
What I fought to get and tried to keep
was always taken away
I kept my friends at bay.
I guess that was my protective way
Then I was sure that the touch of your love
was the only cure
Like the day we went to see the castle
Past days memories to you I shared
Now desolate rooms and dirt on the floors
Small part of my life you showed you cared
If atop the tower our chariot in view
Would a cool breeze whisper "I loved this place"
Here we were friends unlike numbered doors
For awhile again was a smile on your face
The drive we took up the narrow dirt road
the River and cliffs places where I played
I wanted to hold you, your eyes looking into mine
Hug & kiss, you how I missed, hold hands in the shade
Now in present times a lot has changed
But those past days will still linger on
All my friends tell me "It's about that time"
But I don't agree these days are gone
Well life has something in store for me
it doesn't just seem that way
What I'll fight to get I'll always keep
It never taken away
I'll still keep my friends at bay
that will always be my protective way
And I am absolutely sure that the touch of your
love is the only cure
Quixotic you ask what the hell is that?
quixotic \kwik-SAH-tik\, adjective:
1. Caught up in the romance of noble deeds and the pursuit of unreachable goals; foolishly impractical especially in the pursuit of ideals.
2. Capricious; impulsive; unpredictable.
Some of his plans were quixotic and much too good for this world, but he never wavered in a cause that he considered just and he commanded the respect of all who opposed him.
--"Dr. John Dewey Dead at 92; Philosopher a Noted Liberal," New York Times, June 2, 1952
I think that it sums me up quit well, don't you think?
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These Things
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h22
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2484 vues
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Have you ever been so tired
& wish that it'd all be over
To be shot, to slit your wrist
Hit by a truck or a heart attack
I'm in love with your soul, spirit and mind
Your body is a compliment of these things inside
To talk to you, love you, kiss you like before
To have you all dressed up for me, you played my little whore
These things I find I can't let go
A heart on a sleeve & doesn't it show
Well someone else now fills these shoes
Now all I do is continue to wait for you
It seems like years since I've seen your face
These pictures keep falling from the wall
I used to pick them up & put them back
Now I just let them lie where they fall
Well my companies not signified, this I fear
And a greater concern is that your not here
My apathy appearance may distort your view
So I'll tell you again, nymph, I'll always love you
So these things I find I'll never let go
My heart on my sleeve well doesn't it show
And someone else now fills my shoes
An all I can do is continue to wait for you
All I can do, is sit in my corner and continue
continue to wait for you
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innocence
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h21
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2498 vues
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Once I remember a time of wonder
When things were so crisp and new
All the world was so much better
No war, no death, I just never knew
So what has become of us
Oh what have they done
whats happen to the ones
who live by the sun
Hoping and wishing
And praying for the best
the ones whoe'd make it better
Aren't on the test
yet we sit we wait and watch
as the weeks, months, years slowly pass
And some of us are wondering
When will the teacher return to class
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"1984" 20 Years Short
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Publié :12/2/2008 17h20
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2452 vues
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See the child run through the rubble
of a time broken long ago in the near future
Men who waged war for reason long forgot,
and not yet figured or approached
"Oranges and lemons say the bells of Saint Clemons
You owe me three farthings say the bells of Saint Martins"
"Under the spreading chestnut tree
I sold you you sold me"
The crimes they commit are gone without sentence
and what come in the end, rebellion, war death from resistance
The ones who committed in present future past
Are the one who will die first second to last
They thought they would without notice & surpass
Sitting in their corporate chairs, oh how they laughed
But now soon then, all so abrupt & sudden
They thought they we're so smart, the ones who were judging
"Here comes a candle to light up your bed
Here comes a chopper to cut off your head"
Had they not become such money hardened criminals
and looked at the news instead of their Wall Street Journals
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Time
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Publié :12/2/2008 16h49
Dernière mise à jour :1/5/2024 9h6 2488 vues
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So now I play a waiting game
I don't wanna watch
this time it is different
it changes tempo often
mostly with my love
the beat of my heart
and sometimes it stops
with each visual thought
the time I think about
the present future past
which one makes it hard
each more or less
fill those moments and memories
with smiles and her voice
seeing her mouth the words
All I live to hear
with deafening sound whisper
when is what I fear
my heart too has cuts
with you began to heal
Numan would agree
price of when you feel
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Hopful and waiting
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Publié :12/2/2008 16h48
Dernière mise à jour :23/2/2008 6h38 2513 vues
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I don't know if this is poetry or not but they are words I wrote during an IM with someone and as true as I can find, about the one I love.
Hopful and waiting
Current mood: quixotic
I feel like a lost little boy
in a world of lecherous deceiving beings
who are just waiting to sink their claws & teeth into me
and delight themselves in the taste
of yet another of earths succulent offerings
tenderized by the hurt and beatings
life and love has to serve
until the meat is soft and marinated
in it's own juices of apathy, pain, hopelessness,
and just a hint of heartache
that they devour like a pack of wolves,
and I as I lie there on life's plate of pageantry
I listen as they suck the remaining marrow from my bones
talking of life and love and politics
I think to myself one day I'll grow up too.
I swore this to be the last and so it shall.
I will remain the hard cynic I was and return to where I came
and at least like all the stories I have spoke before
about my life and times this will be yet another chapter
I will cherish like all I have before
and I think that my return
from the last chapter of Megan and I
when we broke the first time
that it's hard, almost overly hopeful
to expect to follow the same line
and return again to her again
as if nothing has happened
and my heart to be just as warm,
so with that I say goodbye,
a Virgo can only endure so many.
And yet he sits there on his chair
hands clasp together between his legs
ankles crossed swaying his feet
in the hardwood chair from within his heart
he is made to sit in,
staring at the doorway waiting,
as only an abused child can,
for her to open the door and walk inside,
open her arms and say "I'm back, did you miss me?
and he to run to her crying
please, please don't leave me again
I'll be good this time I promise!
Hoping and waiting he sits thinking
of everything that he could have possibly done
to have caused this each and every memory
running through his mind
with a feverish checks and balances
list of good and bad trying to find the cause
when the truth is nothing on his list is the culprit
but yet he sits squirming in his chair.
Hoping and waiting
Hoping and waiting
Current Mood: quixotic
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