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The Cookie Jar The Cookie JarThe Cookie Jar
A dream. An unconscious memory, regained in sleep But lost in time, when awoken Like a cookie jar on a high shelf, You can never reach it And it always holds something, but not cookies
Each dream, showing you a vision Of something that cannot be reached, Yet can be foreseen, Something that shows a picture, But not in a frame
The dream, Something to entertain you in your sleep The unconscious memories and thoughts connecting Each piece of thoughts carefully constructed into a puzzle Until the puzzle becomes


Not Quite A 1000 WordsThey say a picture's worth a thousand words...Not Quite A 1000 Words
"NOT QUITE A 1,000 WORDS, BUT THESE ARE PRETTY GOOD ANYWAY." by cheerfullycynical and conspiredfate
I was slinking by when I eclipsed that photo of you 'I don't have'. I promised you I threw it away, threw you away along with those late nights and soft country lights... --the corner's torn, and so is your gaze and for the first time, you are truly looking at me. Your eyes were, and still are, your best feature; you can't hide in your eyes but you do drown in them. I never hated your


You Were Always One For DramaYOU WERE ALWAYS ONE FOR DRAMATIC SCENES, AND DEATHS ARE THE BEST KIND.You Were Always One For Drama
I'm always a little short when it comes to the long run, the big scheme of things; a little short in stature, a little lacking in time, and maybe just a little bit losing my mind.
You were always the dramatic one the queen of false faces and exaggerations cards under the table, cards up your sleeves, youve always got a trump card the world hasnt seen.
They were always unsuspecting after you smiled (their first mistake of the night); lies here and there, lies through you


W E A K N E S S .Theres always a Road Not Taken When you look back at life Theres always a chance to snatch good fortune Out of disaster But its not always right, Their weakness was a shortage of manpower Is what they told the crowds But words dont really matter When its twenty years later and youre alone and scarred You were once such a brave soldier Eager and willing for war Wheres that cocky smile now, Or did it get blown off with your arms?W E A K N E S S .
Theres always a way to transform weak to strong But theres always an exce
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The more pity, that fools may not speak wisely what
wise men do foolishly.
-Shakespeare, As You Like it
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...don't make me use my man voice.
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::So let's just laugh and remember the good times::
Have fun and share some
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