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AGE:
37
LOC: Easton, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 25
LOC: Easton, PA
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: May 25
Plain english I’m not the kinda guy you’d really want to be friends with. Though I give my shirts away I am also a bipolar raging lunitic that listens to SLAYER way to fuckin loud.
Here’s my extended hand to shake…I say to you,to all”Hi I’m Jason welcome to hell I’ll be your tour guide please make yourself part of the flames!” echo out a evil laugh curse you with a glare & walk away.Don’t lead don’t follow just dare ya to stand in my way!
Oh I’m currently in therpy. Been over ten years since I felt able to trust or just despirate enough to get help for clinical depression since…try not to laugh to much here it’s really true this happened to me. I was being treated in a half-way house a place where I spent 8 hours in sessions,gr…
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October 19, 2006 Golden Glow 11 years burning Our genetic connection burning bridges our passion doesn’t make us the same. Before we could meet you went dark & graved. Come down from Heaven & sit awhile I promise I won’t place any blame. Need guidance from father’s eyes even though we’ve suffocated the flames. Mother’s rain fell hard that independence morning after reading your name. She confessed I was the only thing left of you she had that she could hold onto. Never cursing your name. Lovi...
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Golden Glow If burning bridges was a passion we'd both be left to blame for lighting that one and only flame. Come down from Heaven and sit awhile I promise I won't place any blame. Come down from Heaven if only for awhile let's watch the glowing of the flames. You burned the bridge that lead to me I burned the image you gave and yes I burned that bridge that lead to me.
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Inflexiblity is the key to ignorance. We've been locked in our closets by those who've sought not our love not our compliance who've sought not our growth but our subservience. But the key to our freedom is in our hands we need only give ourselves permission to unlock our door. For fear confirm life and we shriek from it's pain if you protest your uniqueness you are not your own authority.
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Rose covered grave Time after time through all things learned a star burns & turns earthward to be caught by a childs eye gazing out the window in the house by the side. The rose garden climbs it's fence of wood and frogs sing in waters so blue rose maid tends to her garden she's true clipping the best for her room. Content clouds change shape again raining an image we can't shake from our heads one of childhood,like a schoolyard day playing kickball on an awkward stage a day will come when w...
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Poet's nervous breakdown Poet's nervous breakdown it's just a matter of time but what is it after all this matter of time, a nervous break? The Poet's nervous breakdown, you won't want to be around. It's the pill that puts off time a broken pencil or a torn heart lost loves or framed art. Stump of a tree,smashed window,punched walls flat tires,drugs,booze, a pregnent teen a kitten in a tree. A woman with a black eye, a woman that just passes by a dented door,a grave robber with your mother's...
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I enjoy the building of the theme. It's slow & I knew the misery before the ending. For fear confirms life and we scream from it's pain if you don't unlock those doors you can't release the anguish. Try a part two with a more uplifting end. After all the greiving for that child lost (yourself) has been dealt with & you've become stronger with knowledge, awarness & a bowie knife never hurts. Show us the reader how you struggled where you cried what parts died inside. Pride, trust, jealouse of ...
Short & not so sweet. Just as life. One word lines usally piss me off cause author is being lasy or tring to misdirect. Slowing the pace like this at the end is for the best in this case. Allowing the reader to come to terms with the unrevealing fate of man.
And here I was ready to read another sappy sad love poem...till I got to the end. GREAT close. BEST I've read here so far. Love was gone before it began But even if I never knew you I miss you
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Proably just me but seems a bit...uhhmmm ugh well 5th verse has bathroom next has golden streets. Did you have to pee by chance? Seriously overall feel is like going to a schoolyard playground & watching kids play in the sand. Something like a church should be filled with metas. Instead you explain what we see in the 'Sunday room' don't see a whole bunch of effort here. Try working this entire piece from opening word to the last.
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