

Saint Thomas: The PatientLife is...Life Isn'tSaint Thomas: The Patient
Nothing written about existance...
Everything written and spoken is all deciet...
Who am I? what do I waste your time for? Why do I start what I cannot finish?
My friend, my dear deep and closed-minded friend,
You Don't know me...
Life is a fruitless journey with the same destination for all, the grave that we loathe.
Life isn't frivolity, it is the hell upon which we declare is the fate that others we hereby despise shall rot and suffer.
Life is anger, betrayal, and the sins of light that smile holding a


ConfessionsTime has passed, for years it must be when I waited for you... Ah, I remember it well for I am what I remember As I wait for you...Confessions
I met an artful young lad, full of color and of life had his troubles, but my heart I trusted to molding shaping expressive hands, hands that he has, and...
As I wait for you... the beat of my soul as I wait for you... the tears of my future as I waited for you
The sands of the hour have diminished over time He left a life behind him whilst he never looked back It continued along WITH HIM &nb
| I am attempting to become a successful writer, and maybe an artist of sorts. I really do not know whether or not I have what it takes, simply because I see things and read pieces of work which greatly discourage me. Not because the things that I read are awful, but because I find it difficult to speak with my heart in the way that most people who are well in-tune with poetry can speak. In any case, I still perservere for the soul reason I stay alive. To try and re-capture the beauty and magic that is life, and perhaps share it with someone really special. |
I sure hope to see things you have written soon.
Again thank you so much.
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...I dreamed I had wings. The first thing I did was give you my pair so you could feel the wind in your hair and see the things I've seen...
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...I dreamed I had wings. The first thing I did was give you my pair so you could feel the wind in your hair and see the things I've seen...
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