

Piano ForteMy fingers write out my heart; The river of words, That have been for too long unsaid, As I pour my soul into the ivory keys, They listen to my secrets and sing them back, In their cryptic tongue, So that only I know what it means, Playing to the beat, My pulse steadily counts out, I let their words flow from my fingers, Soaring up and down the key, Through the chapters of my story, So the world can hear what I think, While still being oblivious enough, That they cannot judge me, And stop the river that flows through mePiano Forte


A Life of SolitudeRain drips down my rough skin As I watch the cars roll by, And once in a while Ill wonder, If anyone knows Im here, Or even cares about meA Life of Solitude
I watch the people go by, And I cry knowing that, Theyll keep moving, Without me and kick me, When they please
Often I catch myself dreaming, Of the moment when someone, Will stop on the side walk, And pick me up in their pocket, So that I may travel the world
But until that day I wait, Cursed forever to the sidewalks, Alone without companion, And dream of a lif


Break AwayToo frightened to follow, This impulse inside me; The path unknownBreak Away
Locking my heart away, Before it can embrace, Unfamiliar territories
Terrified for it To be stepped on, Along the journey
Swallowing my tears, Before someone can have the chance, To catch them for me
Afraid to discover, Who Id find, Before me
Burring my joy, Before I can let it, Shine on the world
Scared of the reaction, My audience, May give me
Enticing the fear, So it can over power my will,


SorrowWhy wont I forgive myself, For my one selfish wish? What keeps me from rationalizing, And telling myself its alright?Sorrow
For my one selfish wish, To want something beautiful, And telling myself its alright Is it wrong to want something more?
To want something beautiful Than what is necessary, Is it wrong to want something more? Why does regret insist upon guilting me?
Then what is necessary? Can something so beautiful feel so bad? Why does regret insist upon guilting me, And desire to drive away my sense of peace? &nbs


What you make it.The world is only what you make it. will it be filled with lies? or bursting with affection? maybe backstabers inhabbit this world. maybe theres people to patch up your broken heart. maybe every man lives for himself. maybe theres people there only to leave you alone. What about people who deliberatly ignore you? Or perhaps steal your money and your courage. Just maybe this world is strange. Will there be happiness? or torture? The world is only what you make it. But you make the world for other people. And they make it for you. So which will it be? &nbsWhat you make it.
Coup D'etat
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And it burns a hole through everyone that feels it
-Blue and Yellow, The Used
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When life gives you lemons make grape juice and never question why.
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"This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
"I thought it would be nice to lie down and close my eyes. It never occurred to me that I am already asleep."
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When life gives you lemons make grape juice and never question why.
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i like to
put haikus where they
don't belong.
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When life gives you lemons make grape juice and never question why.
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"Curiouser and curiouser," said Alice, which wasn't very good English, but it did get her point across.
My main account is =Itti.
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When life gives you lemons make grape juice and never question why.
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In time, you learn the difference between holding a hand, and falling in love. You'll learn kisses don't always mean something. Promises can be broken just as easily as they were made, and as hard as it is to believe, sometimes goodbyes ARE forever...
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When life gives you lemons make grape juice and never question why.
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