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About Me Member Wannabe Poet sumthig19/Male/United Kingdom

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Holding hands

Fingers locked in a tight grip,
suggesting that to let go is to lose all.
Hands intwyned togeather,
they are in dance of touching, feeling and closeness. Let hands do as lips do. The gental caress of loves... first.... touch.
Holding hands a gesture with a thousand meanings, it says I love you, I hate you, miss you, I'm leaving you, be with me, leave me, hold me, help me, save me, heal me.
Hands are can be healing, abusing, saving, condeming but always creating. Hands can give you away in a instant, they show how old you are,
you are nervouse, you are co

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Save meI look out everyday, not knowing what I am looking for. I feel lost, but I dont know where I am going. I am running, from what? to where? I searching for answers, to questions I dont know.
I am stuck in The cold bars of this love moulded cell, The weight of the pain carved chains, The deep lashes from the tear woven whip, The walls of fear that grow ever nearer, The guardains of loss that smile with glee, The green mile that awaits me Hope I cannot see.

I am the lock and you are the key so save me Save me
by ~sumthig

fleeting fantasyIs it better to touch the sky for a second, than to have never cleared the trees.
Is it better to have seen a glipse of light, than to have never to have left the corner huggin our knees.

Is it a curse that I long for that sweet touch, or is a gift of a warm memory that I enjoyed so much.
Is it a curse that I have lost somthing so dear, or is it a gift that I was able to hold you so near.
is better or is it worse,
is it a gift or is it a curse.
So little time, a touch, a moment, a glipse, a shadow, so many feelings left to settle
so little fleeting fantasy
by ~sumthig

EDGEWhere is my edge? the small line that I live on that tells me I am alive or dead. Where is my edge?
What is the reason? the reason that I need to be so close to death to feel alive What is the reason?
When is the moment? this thing I live for, the rush, the thrill of the moment When is the moment?
Slip, trip, fall, hit the deck, broken? not yet.
The moment, the reason the EDGE,
one day il know, one day il see, one day il find them all. EDGE
by ~sumthig

PerfectionWith sun dancing across blue marble. With white sheats of pure silk that we walk upon. The warmth of the earth still holding our feet. I take you in my arms and our bodies meet.
First words said? tho whispers in my head, thoughts surface, then lie dead. Tho the wind calls, my minds a spinning ball, this requires I think, no words at all.
looking into eyes of deepest meaning, looking at you with desire and longing. Looking into the face of finest natures carving, The art work that I cant stop adoring.
your lips of roses touch mine, al Perfection
by ~sumthig

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A Poemtrapped here without a way out running blind in circles seeking to hide
in your arms perhaps i'll
eat myself alive before i'll
be devoured by all the sins diving from the past flying memories
revolving above a dark swarm of crows biting from time to time tearing flesh pecking eyes singing tone of guilt
in my bones the only sound that spreads in the ocean of emptyness within theese four broken walls A Poem
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toysomewhere deep inside in the abbys of your closet lays a broken old teddy bear thrown away whispering curses which you cant hear he lay silent as an act of powerless vengeance used your dammed smile which he cant forget which haunts him in his dreams its always the same played to the end then thrown away voiceless but not callous powerless
but not forgetting not remissive dont underestimate his plush rage one day he will shout enough
now think about me im hidden in your toy
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Current Residence: house
Interests: Anythin thaat is extreame and life threating
Favourite movie: When we where soldiers
Favourite band or musician: linkinpark
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite photographer: Mark Hitchcock Lol!!
Operating System: Windows Vista Bussiness
MP3 player of choice: Nano
Shell of choice: Petrol lol!!!
Wallpaper of choice: dont have wall paper I have paint
Skin of choice: My own thanks
Favourite game: who can do the most extreame sport and film it
Favourite gaming platform: Whats that!!
Favourite cartoon character: Stan (americain dad)
Personal Quote: U'll live
Tools of the Trade: A pen, some paper and a horrible thing to write about

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~sarjan Nov 5, 2006, 11:30:12 PM

hi thnx for the fave

how are you?

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~sumthig Nov 21, 2006, 12:48:13 PM

im gd thanks u

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maybe what we need to do is return to reallity

~sarjan Nov 23, 2006, 3:44:41 AM

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"The internet is a risky place to conduct business or store assets. Hackers, crackers, snoops, spoofers, spammers, scammers, shammers, jammers, intruders, thieves, purloiners, conspirators, vandals, Trojan horse dealers, virus launchers run loose."