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My angel on a windy dayLike an angel on a windy day, I suppose you swept me away. But now I'm waiting for another day. Maybe, just maybe you led me astray. Please say you didn't betray. Hell, it was on my birthday. Now I'm in a disaray, and waiting for another day. Or maybe another doorway. But all I find myself saying is 'Mayday, Mayday!' But I suppose, I could find another way. Untill then, I'll wait for another day, my angel on a windy day.My angel on a windy day
by ~toryyylynn
Did you?You didn't mean to do this to me, did you?Did you?
I couldn't hate you, please know that. This facade I have up is only to get me through the day.
I blame myself, though I'm not sure for what yet. But I do.
You didn't mean for all this, you loved me. Didn't you? Say yes. Even if it's a lie.
I'll say I'm sorry for whatever, until my lips bleed.
One thing I can say, I never lied. Maybe cried, but never lied.
Loved. Damn I can't stand that word. You LOVED me. LovED me.
Oh you didn't mean to do this to me, did you?
by ~toryyylynn
Without youI's not sure I can do this without you, I'm haunted by everything and you. Everywhere I look, you are there. My porch, kitchen, room, yard, everywhere I look. I shut my eyes to try and escape. But there you are, same as before. I can't get by. This is so chliche, I know. But I look around, and I can't get through. Get through to you. In my head it'll be okay, but in my heart everything's blank. Buy me some time, give me one moment. Because, I'm not sure I can get by without you.Without you
by ~toryyylynn
Old memoriesWhat broad sholders you have dear, what pretty eyes you have. They did used to be mine, I remember. But I should'nt remember. What soft hands you have dear, what lovely lips you have. I should stop this, really I thought I did... What a beautiful voice you have, though I've sworn it bad. I shouldn't think this.Old memories
by ~toryyylynn
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AmnesiacWho are you? Some days I can’t remember… Who you are, Or what to do What I should do I forget what I’ve been taught How to react When you react I think I was sick that day (Oh I think I was sick that day) I don’t think I can just forget I just wasn’t there to learn It’s easy for you, You’veAmnesiac
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How to CountIs the future, the place to be? I guess we can only wait and see.How to Count
I’ll take this hope Standing up, or sitting down The future I cannot cope Here then, is my frown
I’m not wasting time For something so obscenely lovely Something that owns no rhyme
You can see Above all the rest that don’t Enlightened I can say (Even sometimes you enjoy their grip) (Their hold on you,)
You are not shallow In that way so sallow Roaming from gift, to bought gift (Your not sick, so it seems) (You are getting even be
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Haiku MassThere is a presence Of variant snow outside Falling on my soulHaiku Mass
A howling wind there, Beating against my jacket Carrying it's code
A code of the world Reflecting a modern truth Reverent in all
Subtle surreal art This the world of miracles Beauty in all things
by ~AbstractFragment
InfinitelyInfinitely life sings to me All these worlds and all these strangers Make this larger beautiful pictureInfinitely
We all are one, But one we are not Divided in our fears And our anxieties
Fritter away, all that could be On our differences We’re all apart of one another’s dream Why not make it something more Than it might seem
She stops and shakes her head Shrugs her shoulders Stands so still, I’ll leave her there, so far behind
People come and go, And I keep going Far and off And infinitely &nbs
by ~AbstractFragment
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- Current Residence: Oh yes, I'll put that one the Internet.
- Interests: All things music.
- Favourite movie: Footloose, well...It changes alot.
- Favourite band or musician: Oh...to many to pick from.
- Favourite genre of music: Musicals.
- Favourite artist: Ella Fitzgerald.
- Favourite poet or writer: Where to start?
- MP3 player of choice: I-pod all the way.
- Favourite game: Marching Band. =P
- Personal Quote: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
- Tools of the Trade: Voice, pencil, computer, and a paino.
- Email: shootergirl600@hotmail.com
- AIM: toryyy lynn
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