Prolong Poems - Poems about Prolong

I thought that I had matured enought to have the strenght within me To look and accept reality I thought I could look into the eyes of past and accept that it has passed Old camera i haven’t picked up in months is my only gateway to past regrets and memmories Vision blured with tears I can’t get past...

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Happy birthday, Sister Jorie, Men are bothered by woes and strife; One ought to know that the worry Will never prolong human life. Topic: Birthday of Jorica Araracap (March 28)...

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Put Off and Prolong . Put off and prolong Sure seems to be same old song; Stick us with their prong. How much more can we Take while we also endure; Wish there were fewer. Of them Republicans A bunch of son of a guns; Want women with big buns. Wonder what is the stage We are in with all the rage; Is hair orange or beige. James Thesarious...

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T-hirteenth December morn I-s breaking before sunrise; T-aste of delightful day O-ffers smile so sweet and nice. B-right beautiful radiance O-f the light from the sun R-eflects the sheer happiness, G-iving time for mirth and fun. A-s you enjoy the laughter, N-ice jokes and birthday song; I-nside your heart dwells the love O-f God letting your life prolong....

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"give this, one blood stained word scrawled on a stretch of swine flesh. call it "soul" & sacrifice the known to see it become whole for one fainting second & shown the surface undone, completed in its ever revolving cycle towards the center." & he'll stand & stretch & close his briefcase & he'll turn around to go & you'll swear that you saw the light for just one second....

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satan would have been a good guy, his closet all clutter & cloaks & bowling bags full of severed heads down to the throat. the type of guy you could really talk to. he'd mention or show the better temptation & nobody would know about the new you. satan would have made a good psychiatrist, letting loose your flaws & if you're weak you're suffocating beneath your own claws or you could get a handle on a whiskey bottle & save yourself or at...

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a thin presence in a dark, well tailored suit catches your eye from the corner silently, offers a cigarette & you understand, that he would. before you know it, there's ash at your finger tips & a business card printed blood on blood his dark; the void beyond blackness, yours red & drying soul signed away on a paper napkin all because no one accepted the heart you...

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