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Tying the Knot

Today is the day I tie the knot And as I do, I remember what My life was like, what was my lot Before the day I tied the knot.
I remember what I had forgot A thousand memories on the trot And what has been, and what has not Before the day I tied the knot.
Pain and sorrow was all I got But I've the chance to change that lot Now I can leave the world to rot As around my neck, I tie the knot.

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Tying the KnotToday is the day I tie the knot And as I do, I remember what My life was like, what was my lot Before the day I tied the knot.
I remember what I had forgot A thousand memories on the trot And what has been, and what has not Before the day I tied the knot.
Pain and sorrow was all I got But I've the chance to change that lot Now I can leave the world to rot As around my neck, I tie the knot. Tying the Knot
by ~Chimpmeister

BreatheWhy do you choose to stay in your room Wallpapered with sorrow And carpeted with your own despair? You've made your bed; now you lie in it And dream to cut Through soft, sweet flesh By sharp, sweet knife So why don't you step outside And breathe?
How can you breathe in the moonlight The midnight aurora Dancing in silvery ribbons Across the stars And wish for darkness? How can you push your feet Into the soft, lush grass And yearn to be beneath it? You could leave that darkened room And yet you hide the door from yourself, A Breathe
by ~Chimpmeister

Writer's BlockI woke this morning in a cold sweat Because, for better or for worse, I had a calling, a want, a powerful need, An urge to write some verse.
A poem, a ballad, an eastern haiku, It didn't matter what. An ode, a song, a saga, a hymn, Or a mix of the whole lot.
But, alas, my head went dry And no matter how I pondered No pearls of wisdom fell to the page And I found my mind just wandered.
No poem there appeared to me, The ideas just wouldn't flow, But when I manage to think of one I'll be sure to let you know. Writer's Block
by ~Chimpmeister

A Very Social BureaucracyHave you ever seen a school a court a bank a shop?
Beneath the scenes behind a desk always sits a lonely bureaucrat who signs and stamps and files and fills and keeps everything going without gratitude.
Have you ever seen a friend of yours who jokes and laughs and comforts and smiles and keeps everyone moving one act of grace at a time from behind their own shadow?
A kindly word in every ear and not a word of thanks. A Very Social Bureaucracy
by ~Chimpmeister

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The Triumphant Return

Sun May 18, 2008, 12:15 PM

About 2 years ago I got an account, used it for about 3 days and then forgot about it.

Having recently been reminded of it by a friend (thank you Viki) I'm back online.

You should be cheering by now.

EDIT: I'm looking back on some of the stuff I've done recently and noticed bits I don't like here, things I could tweak there. In a probably vain attempt to make my work a little better, some comments on what I'm doing well and what I'm not would be very much appreciated. Now I'm going to shut up before I drown in a sea of words.

100-theme-challenge
So far: 6 / 100

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Rot
6. Break
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe [link]
11. Memory [link]
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Spit
17. Blood
18. Under
19. Gray [link]
20. Fortitude
21. War [link]
22. Mother
23. Distasteful
24. Want
25. Lurking
26. Europe
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Urban
30. Rain
31. Flower
32. Night
33. Wrath
34. Moon
35. Walk
36. Precious
37. See
38. Abandoned
39. Dream
40. 4:29 PM
41. Citric Acid
42. Still
43. Die
44. Two Roads
45. Two Guns
46. Drop
47. Dirt
48. Young
49. Preservatives
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Old
53. Desecrate
54. Tower
55. Need
56. Biohazard
57. Sacrificial
58. Kick in the Head
59. No Way Out
60. Desert
61. Fairy Tale
62. Voodoo
63. Do Not Disturb
64. City
65. Horrific
66. Snow
67. Drum
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mislead
73. I. Can't.
74. Confrontation
75. Mirror
76. Broken
77. Testament
78. Drink
79. FUCK
80. Words [link]
81. Pen and Paper
82. +
84. Cold
85. Sick
86. Seeing Red
87. Hunger
88. Pain
89. Through the Fire
90. Triangle
91. Drown
92. Rape
93. Iron
94. Soft
95. Advertisement
96. Storm
97. Safety
98. Puzzle
99. Alone [link]
100. Gone

Oh, and anyone who has a Bebo account, if you're interested please go to my author page at [link] to read my short story 'Dead Inside' (it's not quite as depressing as it sounds) and leave a review or comment, thanks!

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Current Residence: UK
Interests: Me :P
Favourite movie: The Green Mile
Favourite band or musician: Muse
Favourite genre of music: Rock or Indie
Favourite artist: Oh, me of course :P
Favourite poet or writer: John Grisham
Operating System: Vista
Favourite game: Bubble Blaster :) It's addictive!
Personal Quote: 'You can smell a spelling mistake from 50 paces.' - Matt
Tools of the Trade: Anything sharp and stabby

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~MattRooney06 May 11, 2009, 3:33:47 PM

"a cloud of smoke appears and a figure steps out and looks round this deserted page" hmmm maby im too late "matt throws down another smoke grenade and vanishes"

pwned

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