

InspiroMy thoughts inside, untouched by time Cannot be forced into a rhyme The lines of old contain a grace I can no longer bear to faceInspiro
The score is blank, the lyre unstrung Inspiration, the song unsung I know deep down it must be there Trapped in my head, alas, unfair!
I used to write by dext’rous whim But wit now hides behind a scrim If only I could forge a key To unlock what’s been kept from me
The pen is still, the muse has left Artistically I am bereft My inspiration, trapped inside Will not come out, although I’ve tried


Morning MelodiesSunrise is telling me A new day's here The orange light it brings Kills all my fearsMorning Melodies
For an hour or two I’ve got nothing to do So I sit and I strum And the symphony comes
The morning melodies Light as a breeze The soft and gentle sound Puts me at ease
For an hour or two I’ve found something to do And the songs that I play Take my mind far away
The morning melodies Deep as the sea My inner thoughts come out Flowing so free
Now the sun fades away I’ve been dreaming all day The mor


Wish You Were HereAnother day of the year It’s your birthday, I hear I guess I better wish you a good oneWish You Were Here
But what I’d really wanna wish Is to have all those times missed You owe me twelve years for this one
Well I wish you were here Still every day you’re not near What is it like to have a father?
But I can’t change the past And these things tend to happen fast So I guess I won’t even bother
I know it’s not your fault It’s all that damn alcohol From what I've heard, that one's your curse
But still I wonder occasionally If things h


Untitled 4-9-06Of all the memories found, ignite Are fading through this broken light As all things lost, must so the night Escape beyond beloved sightUntitled 4-9-06
Against such dark elusive plight Rise up the courage, will to fight A final stand to stay the blight Which separates us from what is right
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~eye-of-terror
Now sort through that jumble of words and you'll know why I don't attempt poetry anymore!
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She's nothing more than fiction.
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Sean Murphy
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We didn't start the flame war...Peeps were hatin on it, before I left my comment.
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The truth is that our civilization is not Christian; it is a tragic compound of great ideal and fearful practice, of high assurance and desperate anxiety, of loving charity and fearful clutching of possesions.
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She's nothing more than fiction.
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New day, same way.
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This is the NEWDS!!!
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Fuck, I'm thinking too hard. I'm gonna take a nap.
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She's nothing more than fiction.
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