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5/9/2013 10:39:17 AM
Relationships	Harbouring relationships upon the ocean floor. Beneath the frothing, rolling waves that pound my broken core. Polluted waters sifting pain, tear the hulls apart. Coursing wildly through my veins, leaves just a broken heart.
5/9/2013 10:44:31 AM
Hey	Hello, I just joined this site . I've been writing for a couple of months now and am excited to share some of my work.
5/14/2013 8:26:12 AM
Relationships	Thanks, I'm glad you guys like it .
5/14/2013 8:28:18 AM
AWAKEN AFRICA	A nice patriotic piece. I particularly liked this stanza: UNIQUE AND MEEK GREEN AND WHITE WE CHOSE AT LAST THE FINAL PHASE OF THE BATTLE EXCITED AND UNITED LET US TOGETHER EAT SWEET LAUGHTER Thanks for the read .
5/14/2013 8:29:56 AM
What? (Mature Language Warning)	Together tethered to existence we act upon our soul‘s insistence to dare and dream to find…? What exactly? ** the morning; I sigh as I step into the shower. Soon to be discarded dreams tug at my sub-conscious. Another broken plot-line is lost, the wildness of a night’s rest washed away alongside it‘ssweat. Destined to die, we spend our days as slaves so we can spend our nights upon the couch. Our individual everything’s are infinite and insignificant; a blade of grass that looms large above an ant. work, I sigh once more. The subway’s dim, flittering lights set the scene for my inner city journey. This endless loop of mundane madness, brings no love, no joy, or even sadness. Churning numbers numbs my brain, and at least a robot can’t feel pain but blackness stirs inside an empty heart. another lonely night, I sigh again. I sip my beer and smile, finding comfort in nothing. A witty sitcom shines in my peripherals, the morning, work, and ** the night; my drunken laughter explodes. This long campaign has no reward; no fat pay cheque, or love restored. Life’s mundane nature now a perfect fit, for those of us content to quit. The tired soldier smiles as the bullet hits.
5/21/2013 6:51:04 PM
Canvas of the Night	Everyone’s an artist, snug inside their sheets. Awakened by our sleeping minds, subconscious finds its feet. Fragmented dreams when you were young still linger to this day. Secluded sunshine waterfalls shine brightly through the rain.
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