Keep it bottled in a jar
Clutched tightly to my chest
Its lid sealed with my selfishness
Glass created of the fear for my own personal image
My cloth shawl that shadows it, sewn from my own shallow self pity
Its mine alone to know, oh, only mine
I must keep you from wondering eyes!
Such a creature I could never let escape, for fear of my own damn sake
Oh, the way they would scowl, those nasty little buggers
And the jesters, of their thoughts
What of them, what of them?
The royal pair
my jaded soul banished from this vast, lush, land forever?
Even the common peasant, they would run me from the village, torches, pitchforks, cutting words
All created to destroy a single trapped emotion, to which I am its soul keeper
Shun out the light! Shun out the light!
I must shield you from wondering eyes
The knowledge of you my demise!
From your public knowledge, no reprise
Something new, something fearful
It seems does approach
I hide it further than ever, my emotions wearing me, smothering me from the truth
Fair lady, oh what do you mean?
Captured here was the cure to your illness this entire time
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Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which
he never shows to anybody. - Mark Twain
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Help grow your own soup! Check it out and vote for the barns!
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Can we just make peace?
Yes, I do. They always come to me at the strangest times, and especially not when I'm actually trying to write something. Its kind of fun to go back and add on to poems like that . Those are the ones of mine that I enjoy the most.
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Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which
he never shows to anybody. - Mark Twain
[link]
Help grow your own soup! Check it out and vote for the barns!
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Girl: MJ, will you marry me?? *tosses ring*
Michael: *not paying attention, takes it*
Guard: Um, sir did you hear what she said?
Michael: No, what'd she say?
Guard: She just proposed to you. And you took the ring. So you just accepted.
Michael: ...Oops.
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I have no category, for I am everywhere, in the wind and the shadows, though my friends like to call me Death.
That Elmo... hes the devil, I mean for the love of god, hes even red!
HENRY ANGRY, HENRY KILL!!
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Can we just make peace?
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Can we just make peace?
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Girl: MJ, will you marry me?? *tosses ring*
Michael: *not paying attention, takes it*
Guard: Um, sir did you hear what she said?
Michael: No, what'd she say?
Guard: She just proposed to you. And you took the ring. So you just accepted.
Michael: ...Oops.
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Can we just make peace?
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