

QuestionsWhy goes my heart a flutter, Each time you take my hand? Why does it stop all together, Each and every time you stand.Questions
Why can’t I think of anything, Except your lingered kiss? Why does your simple act of being, Make me feel immortal bliss?
Why does a small part of me, Die with every tear? Why can’t I stand to let you be, But must always draw you near?
Why do I flee from your face, Knowing my heart must return? Why do I find your resting-place. Farther away at every turn?
Why is it that in your eyes I see, Every st


CloudsWhat is the reason, what is the rhyme, To solders marching across the sky? Clouds like soldiers standing in line,Clouds
Stained as the sun turns to leave.
We see the footprints from them keeping time, And the terrible beauty forces a sigh. Never this bliss shall be pulled through the brine, Revealed after the sun’s reprieve.
Cities and islands all manner of things, Can be seen in your sweet mirror image. But the only things that a man can see, Are within his imagination.
So give unto us the spread of your meanings, From things new, to things most wou


DespairWhat has been done to stir in me, This horrid mediocrity? I have become, I realize, The one thing I wrathfully despise.Despair
My eyes grow dim beneath the veil, Each and every time we sail. How to escape this melancholy? What has been my horrid folly?
Why can I not move on past this? How can I flee this great abyss? What is required for my desire, To burn again like hottest fire?
In ocean waters I’m devoured, By ever greater screaming powers. I run, I flee, but by the nape, They block my path into escape.


TortureBeen trapped now for days in a palace of sand, I may never see you again. They curse me and beat me, They cut me I bleed, But forever it seems, I say,Torture
“My name is Tom Bailey, United States Navy,” My social followed by my birthday, “And tell my Dark Rose to stay sweet cause I know, I am gonna see her again.”
There’s weeks without sunlight, and days without food, My body don’t want to go on. They bribe me and rape me, They leave me for dead, But I had to stand up and say,
“My name is Tom Bailey, United States Navy,” My social followed
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O Spirit, whom the Father sent To spread abroad the firmament.
Oh wind of heaven, by Thy might Save all who dare the eagle's flight.
And keep them by thy watchful care From every peril in the air. - Naval Hymn.
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We the Willing, led by the Unknowing, are doing the impossible for the Ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do Anything with Nothing.
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So it's okay, just the way you are. The real you.
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We the Willing, led by the Unknowing, are doing the impossible for the Ungrateful. We have done so much for so long with so little, we are now qualified to do Anything with Nothing.
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So it's okay, just the way you are. The real you.
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I'm kinda new to. I don't have any thing interesting yet, cause my computer needs to be replaced.
But you can check out my favs. Thats kinda interesting.
If you ever feel lonely, you can always come to me.
I'm a social otter. (I like otters, and who wants to be a social bug?)
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