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Sometimes I wonder why What has a hold on me here? And why can't it let me pass it by? It's not like there is something here I have long since been an outsider With no inkling as to why I don't know why I'm here anymore So, sometimes I wonder why? There is nothing here for me Not a single tie Nothing here to be Just to sit here and die Sometimes I wonder why? That's not what I want This isn't where I want to die To die here, I can't There is too much pain for me here I can't take it much longer I don't want the pain that is given to me here I don't want it any longer. Sometimes I wonder why What keeps me? There is so much hurt, really I can't be me This is where I go To sleep, to eat I don't want to be here, though. I want to leave, to be the one who beats. I don't want to hurt anymore I don't want to be beaten down I want so much more Than to be looking down I want to be on top I want to w...

dance a wild dance in the wind a slow dance in the moonlight a dance for the sun dancing just to dance dancing to be free on hard ground on soft carpet outdoors indoors with music with music of the soul alone with friends with the one you love dance for yourself dance to be free dance with no inhibitions dance for the love in your heart

a light shines in the dark. it's a beacon, a warning. it's a hope and a dream. it's a wishing star. it lends it's gleam to give us hope that our hears desires will be recognized, that they will come true. a gleam, a flash. it leads to the place where dreams come true. this is the place where the heart's desires come true. this is the true paradise of the earth. don't ask me. i know not where it is. but i shall give you the advice i have been given; follow you heart, because your heart will lead you to the light. you just have to folow it's lead. follow it. when i've found my paradise, don't ask me to leave. everything at that point would be complete for me. when i've found my paradise, don't look for me. i'll be in parts of this earth that will be hard for me to leave.

The dark was falling faster than I had thought. I thought that I'd be okay. But it was dark. I couldn't be out. I could barely see. If I wanted to sleep, I'd need to get myself inside, and soon. Sooner than that. The house came out of nowhere, it seemed, and maybe it did. I couldn't know. It was foggy out, dark... I couldn't see more than five feet in front of my face. One moment it wasn't there, and the next, it was looming in front of me. I scrambled up the steps, almost tripping as I went - the stairs were steep -  up to the porch. The door was open, and I didn't think anything of it. After all, the house came out of nowhere. So, why would the door be closed to those who'd need it? I walked down the hall, adjusting my bag on my shoulders, pulling my jacket tighter around me. There was a slight chill in the air. Had I closed the door behind me? I couldn't be sure... The hallway split. I went right. Down the hall, I found a kitchen, a bathro...

the sun is at a slant, clouds just below it. there is an orange glow on the horizon as the sun sinks behind the clouds, hundreds of shafts of light, yellow and orange, peak from behind the clouds. the ball shines from a gap, the shaft of light just for me. i lift my face to it, watching the strong, powerful waves race toward the shore, crashing on each other and the beach. the closer to the horizon, the deeper the orange color. clouds are most thick 'round the sun, more flanking them, thinning out to the south and north - to the left and right, respectively. the sun has disappeared behind the clouds now, but shafts of rays shine through, dying the clouds golden yellow, the farthest reaching ones the brightest yellow and golden. just south, the sun colors the sky a pink-orange color. as i watch the sky change colors, a cool breeze makes me shiver. the waves continue to crash toward the shore. the sand shifts under me as i move, taking in the scene. the golden rays are gone n...

to those who love what they do, i say cheers for those who are happy, let's toast to a merry life and those who never grow up, let life be a long adventure to those who die young, you're never forgetten; you're always remembered; your lives were short, but happy and for those who work for what they want, your lives are well spent to those who grow up, but never get old... live to your heart's desire those who fulfill their heart's desires, what a wonderful life but lives, to those young and old, rich and poor, over-worked and those who've never had to work a day in their life, are blank canvases that we are meant to draw a story on, the story of our lives; use that blank canvas well; hopefully, the drawing or painting that you've created by the end of your life is colorful and will be remembered for years...