Journey

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    Journey

    I had intercourse with the dark side,
    Smoke and drank with the light.
    Killed with the Grim Reaper,
    Then hung with the stars and took a nice flight.
    Soared through the Heavens,
    Surfed the fires of Hell.
    Held the hand of the Devil,
    But turned to take grasp of the Lord's hand,
    hoping everything will be swell.
    But i slipped and fell,
    Now i'm kissing the Devil.
    My eyes welled wth tears as i prayed to God not to stoop to his level.

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    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    twilightchick’s Poems (31)

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    Star Performer 1
    Guilt 1
    Lights Flicker 2
    Broken Drug 4
    Lifeless 0
    Dissapear 2
    Almost Full 0
    Stars 2
    lifes Journey.. 0
    Journey 0
    battle 0
    Faded Dream 1
    mask 2
    f*ck fairytales 3
    i want 1
    innocent 0
    wasted hope 2
    taylor's death 0
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    0
    i wish 0
    mirror 0
    Cried 0
    rememeber 0
    her death 0
    somebody help me 1
    life 1
    left behind 0
    sad 2
    cigarrete 1
    staying part2 1
    running part1 1