By: Kenny J
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ALWAYS
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Always on the outside, looking in,
Always knowing it's not for me.
I wish I could change,
I wish things could be different.
My nose pressed against the glass,
that bike in the window is everything I need.
To bad it's not there for me.

I would do anything for that bike,
oh yes I would.
I would even steal it if I could.
None of this matters it's not there for me.

Clean polish and love that bike,
day in and day out, this is what I would do.
Someone else will take it home,
use it abuse it, and neglect it, that's what he will do.
Always on the out side looking in,
Always knowing it's not there for me.

If he ever discards it,
and throws it away.
I would not hesitate,
to pick it up and treat it just like new,
by now you know it's not a bike.
It's you!

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By: By Mark Hipwood -  Artist   from; the globe
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EVILS OWN TO MAKE
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By day and by night evil awaits just out of sight,
in your dreams and in your wishes evil
awaits just out of sight.
You can run and you can hide evil will find you,
and watch you for evil awaits just out of sight.
In your past as in your present so it is in your future,
evil will always waits just out of sight.
Hear my words and hear them well evil never rest,
but always awaits just out of sight and when its ready
it take you for it own to evil make..

*****
By: Child Of The Night  - another of rain�s good friends
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AS SHE SLICES OFF THE OUTER SHELL,
THE BRUISES BENEATH APPEAR.
SHE STOPS
AND LOOKS
AT THE PROOF OF HER FEAR
AND THE STORY SHE'LL NEVER TELL

THE TEARS FORM RIVERS IN HER EYES,
AND SHE DRAWS BACK THE BLADE ONCE MORE.
SHE CUTS
AND BLEEDS
AND SIGHS AT THE REMORSE
OF THE WANTING AND NEED TO DIE.

THE LIFE DRAINS FROM THE WORTHLESS VEINS,
AND HER HEAD SINKS DOWN TO THE FLOOR.
SHE GASPS
AND CRIES
AS HER SOUL CLOSES THE DOOR
HER BODY IS ALL THAT REMAINS.

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By: -Omar Alexis / rain's friend
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Encounter With Life
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Life has become quite heavy lately
feelings tire me, pressures are hard to deal with
problems seem to have no solution
and possible answers only lead to more problems.
My lack of strength isolates me
takes me away from the few things that help my sanity
and though they try, people don't help either
they really only trouble things.
Anxiety builds and solutions haze from thought
emotions run wild and impulses are imminent.
The blade is sharp and surroundings are quiet
no need for notes, they only trample things.
Thoughts rush fast and sharply
nevertheless, they too confuse themselves.
The time has come, the blade is sharp
the thought is dull, but the flow begins
assumed redness flows as black as death
and as it drains from inside, the thought becomes clear.
Life has been met.
The flows become bright, the blackness disappears
and I have met my liberty, I am free to live...

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By: Michiel from PowWow
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Dutch poem
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ik ben dik
met een grote snik
soms heb ik de hik
dan weet ik niet waar ik mik
en zijn mijn ogen dik

And this one is also by Michiel
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Als ik een vis was zou ik Muiden en Elburg mijden
Er hard voorbij rijden
Maar ik ben een stier,
en kom er met plezier

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By: Cyanzen from PowWow
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We had a beautiful ice storm in Ontario
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Ice, pristine, clear, cold,
farthest deep space ,pristine, clear, cold.

the difference.

the tinkling sound as warm wind dances with the ice covered branches,
the complete absence of sound, as vacuum stills the ears.

the common.

unfathomable dancing light, broken up into uncountable facets,
by the pull of ice covered branches.
the soft blanket of darkness, that welcomes the light
both to be called home.

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 Disclosure
 Statement
 


Two Untitled submissions from: Christi in Youngstown, OH
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Why must you play with my head
Why do you fuck with my emotions
Why do you tell me you love me
    :but I don't believe you.
Why don't I believe you
Why must you lie to me
Isn't honesty in your vocabulary
Why is your heart so cold yet your eyes seem so warm sometimes
Is it a game you like to play
Why do you tell me to call but you never call back
Why am I so stupid to sit and wait to hear your voice
Why must my heart be the one to get broken time and time again
Don't your feelings get the best of you
Or do you feed off of the anguish and hurt you cause
Does this make you bigger; stronger
You aren't shit.
I sometimes wish I never fell in love with you and
that you had never laid eyes upon me
I push you away but like spring you bounce back
And like a razor you cut and slash wounds deeper than the ones before
One day I'll realize that dirt can be washed from the surface
and my slate will be clean
Except this time I will find true love
And never want to be with you again. F**K OFF!

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Fire in your eyes,
Fire in your heart,
Fire in your words.
I loved the warmth - I couldn't get enough.
I got closer, accepting and enjoying.
You soon spontaneously combusted.
No pain for you - but I got burnt.
I now have scars.  Scars on my heart from lies.
Lies that caused my heart to melt. But you didn't care.
You are immune. Immune to the truth and to reality.
But you will remain the same - burning and scorching those
 you come in contact with; loving every second. smiling.
Looking for the next victim.
I, on the other hand, have mended my wounds.
I am stronger than ever.
I've learned from my mistakes and from the pain
given to me by those I love.