Creative-Juices

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Fxxking A, AOL by Creative-Juices, literature

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Fxxking A, AOL

Well, I called to say I love you Should've texted you instead. It seems you're my space is the only way To get inside your head. My xanga's chock full up with wishes Asking Jeeves to make come true, Typing "dub-ya, dub-ya, dub-ya, dot I WANNA TALK TO YOU!" FUCKING A! AOL! Teen angst riddled cyber hell! Is there a tech support For being bored? When it's four AM and my girlfriend's still online. Well it's Friday night and quarter to And I can hardly wait. It's taken long as Netscape dial-up To get you on a date. I sign on to IM To hook you up with movie times Check your away, to

Our song by Creative-Juices, literature

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Our song

Missing you? I'm not missing you, per say. At least not in the way you think I do. More like I miss the way you could be, should be But never would be for me, Cause you would only be for you. Remembering the mix CDs I made, I tried to find a voice Who'd better speak the things I thought of you. But ain't it funny, all along "Konstantine" was our song a wistful ballad the best that we could do. I wasn't much for emo But I often could relate To all the singers and the loving their love lacked. But I didn't want to drive you Back with words that fell too hard So I kept the song, but as a secret track.

Evergreen eyes by Creative-Juices, literature

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Evergreen eyes

Barefoot beauty River's depth reflected in her face. I wade to meet her The current pulls me into her embrace. The daughter of the earth And sister to the skies The girl with the evergreen eyes. Look to her always Glowing like a fire in midday light. Is that the sun caught in her hair, Or her hair making day so bright? And just who's warming me When sun has set and moon has yet to rise? The girl with evergreen eyes. Passing seasons roll and take their toll The colors of the forest fade But meadows in her eyes Will always keep me in an emerald shade. The last leaf falls And winter call

Martyr meets Dos Equis by Creative-Juices, literature

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Martyr meets Dos Equis

Well it's uno, dos Dos Equis then I try for three and four. You see the family's gone to bed and I would hate to stay so bored. So pour my drug and chug-a-lug we'll pass around my tinny mug to me, the I, than myself passed out on the floor. Fill this silence up with ramblings. Here's a lifeline, phone a friend. Phone anyone and everyone who's still awake, who'll still listen When I say, "Hey, I've done away with baby games of yesterday. I'm just like you. Now won't you come and play again?" "Come one, Come all! Come watch me fall!" This is a the broken martyr's call Up through the vents:

Songs I wish I wrote by Creative-Juices, literature

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Songs I wish I wrote

Shame, I just thought of what I should've said. I'd call you up to tell you, but you've prob'ly gone to bed. Well so have I but not to sleep I close my eyes but silence keeps me well awake if there's no noise then all my thoughts take on a voice. They talk so loud I can't be heard, can't even get a word in edgewise and if I could, you know they'd prob'ly drown me out. They'd drown me out or shoot me down they'd holler back without a sound besides, their logic is compelling, i confess. But I digress where should I start when speaking matters of the heart? The v

Closing remarks by Creative-Juices, literature

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Closing remarks

Tell me Why’s being the bigger person make me feel so small? it seems that getting through to you has gotten me nowhere at all except to every corner of square one we always end where we’ve begun: held fast, inside a box made up of all the square ones past. My paradox: can’t live without, can’t live within. Well, watch me live by braking out, by being never taken in, by moving on, by stepping off this thrill ride ‘fore it can begin out on its course of pointless ups and downs had I read signs I would’ve found that those with heart conditions had b

Magnolias will come no more by Creative-Juices, literature

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Magnolias will come no more

Heaven blossoms in the spring all brightly blooming flowers reign The birds and butterflies took wing as I walked down a flowered lane. Soon I came upon a tree that I had known in Springs before and there, arrayed for all to see magnolias had come once more. Lovely were the flowers painted fadeded white and coral hues the colors soft and pure, untainted sent by mother earth to soothe. There beneath the laden tree I felt my sorrows drift away The pains and mem'ries haunting me gave way to hopes of temperate days. But winter sent a final scorn filled zephyr where I'd found my peace. My sweet magnolias

Insomniac with a cause by Creative-Juices, literature

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Insomniac with a cause

Waiting on the line to hear a line To put my thoughts at ease the ticking of a wrist watch Makes you deaf to all my silent pleas. Can't you hear above the roar of minutes passing? Can't hear the love in all the things I'm asking? /I/ can hear the questions loud and clear they're screaming like a freight train but in my head, not in your ears. So maybe I should say it plain: "So do you want me? Will you love me? Not now, but in a year or two. Just tell me who to be And I'll be him for you. Whatever makes you stay awake with me than that's the way I'll faithfully walk down to get to you."

Wishful thinking by Creative-Juices, literature

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Wishful thinking

Leaving gray reality behind We set a course for brighter seas And sailed beneath an everchanging sky. Just you and I out on the blue, where all our love served as a crew. We had no captain, we were monarchs, we were free. We sailed for us and us alone when we went to the sea. We /drifted/ aimless o'er the leagues and let the wild, wan'dring tide serve as a guide across a sea that had no age. The sea birds raged that you and I so far below could soar so high above them in a way that no one else could see. We rose above the clouds themselves when we were on the sea. The dolphins laughed at how we cried

Speaking up after the fact by Creative-Juices, literature

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Speaking up after the fact

Staring at a dead receiver "I found someone, now you want me to leave her? Stop running from the things I need? Be bold for once do what I feel, cause it won't last this one time deal is going fast, and it might not come back again? Is that what I'm supposed to do? Just risk it all and hurry after you? Not even you, a dream that might be every bit of what it seems or only wishful thinking. I've put my faith in dreams before hoping they might bring something more. But all the more I get is more of this same pain, these unlearned lessons, these closed doors. And I'm closing in on what might make thin

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Weasle Fred by Creative-Juices, literature

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Weasle Fred

Weasel Fred Steps Out Weasel Fred went into town To buy a splendid evening gown. He shopped and searched to no avail For such a gown, with matching veil. He went to Target, J.C. Penny’s, Kohl’s and Wal-Mart, Dots and Denny’s. Marshall’s, Cache, Annie Sez, Dollar Stores with discount Pez. He looked until his eyeballs bled. “How can this be?!” shrieked Weasel Fred. “Is there no store with evening wear? I need pizzazz, pin ash and flare. If no such gown exists in life I’ll end it all with mine own knife!” And so he di

For those who were led on by Creative-Juices, literature

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For those who were led on

For those who were led on Pete liked Sue and Sue liked Pete Through out the school ‘twas known. They walked to class, danced in the grass, Spent evenings on the phone. Pete grew weary of “just friends” And thought Sue thought the same. “She flirts and flirts, and wears short skirts Around me,” was Pete claim. So Pete wrote notes to good friend Sue And poems about her hair, Her lovely face and dainty waist, And eyes with piercing stare. Then one night Pete got the sand To ask Sue to the mall. “We’ll walk the walk and talk th

Billy's brain by Creative-Juices, literature

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Billy's brain

Billy’s Brain Moon light Mirrored in the Master Bedroom; Billy’s in his Bed. Fancies Feathers Flying Faster Happ’ly Higher in His Head. Dreams of Doting, Doleful Daisies Lazy Lions Lacking Leers. Cockatoos Cajoling Crazy Fairies Flying without Fears. Pleasant Puppies Prancing Pretty Sweet Swan Swimming in the Shade. Bouncing Bees Buzz, itty Bitty Gators Gleaming in the Glade. Nightmares, leave No Name Nor Number Vapid Visions Vie in Vain. Terrors, Torrents, Tears and Thunder Be not By in Billy’s Brain.

The Grand Design by Creative-Juices, literature

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The Grand Design

The Grand Design wayward walkers stalk the shore fields and forest, misty moor over barren mountains climb seek to see the grand design. how came they to such a place scorned by all inhuman race? why waft they through cave and mine longing for the grand design? fancied fame is now forgot. dreams of glory they have not. home and hearth they leave behind searching for the grand design. stones and insults aimed to kill flung by fathers. why then still do sons leave home and undermine their blood? ‘tis for the grand design. A dream drives broken

The Harbringer by Creative-Juices, literature

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The Harbringer

Harbinger Can you see the haggard raven Wafting through the halls of youth? Makes the bold man stand as craven Makes the saint stand as uncouth. See it rising from the gold depths Of a glass of sweet forgets. Sends you tumbling down the twelve steps Leaves you nothing but regrets. Flying down a tube of fire Sends sweet smoke the fool adores But this filthy, feathered liar Fills your ill days with remorse. See the raven roosting dour In a lover’s tempting stare. Give in, and you’ll burn the flower Leaving naught but ashes ther

A Declaration of My Dependence by Creative-Juices, literature

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A Declaration of My Dependence

Uncertain Terms You weren’t meant to mean this much, But how could you mean any less? The simple kiss that caused this mess Has left me wanting for your touch. Would that words could find a way To tell of how my fool heart aches, The misery my longing makes, The doldrums in the dreary day. But even if I had the choice, I’d loath to sacrifice the pain. In doing so forfeit the gain: The hallowed healing of your voice A voice that brought back life to night For one like me, long robbed of sleep. My foolish company you keep Making lonely shadows bright. That’s why I’ll lie waked in bed Waiting for a

No title as of yet by Creative-Juices, literature

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No title as of yet

Wasted wishes unfulfilled I cast on stars beyond my reach As months and madd'ning miles build A boundry young love cannot breach Scathing stars scoff at my plea to hold my distant darling near while creul Fate makes a fool of me and dashes dreams of romance dear Still, against the stars I strive and forgo fears of flouting Fate To keep the passion's flame alive till angst abetted storms abate For I find myself reborn In things you say and leave unsaid from midnight through the early morn your whispers are my dailey bread. But mere bread cannot sustain For you h

Stones by Creative-Juices, literature

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Stones

Stones A name etched in unfeeling stone A soul left here to lie alone A woeful date of sorrow great All tell of life that’s flown Just one of o’er a hundred score That rest here in this misty moor So little said of lives once led And what they settled for The love they had, the love they lost The tears they shed as bitter cost The heart felt fling of early Spring Before the Winter’s frost. None of this does cold stone show No talk of battles long ago In darkest night some strove to fight Against the fated flow. If able, would the names here tell Of hallowed heights from which they fell? Dishonest feats, the d