Constant Bombardment Am I a ghost? Stains on the book, Harming only the host. Inside is a war, fires, ruins, and hate. Politics to find blame. A finger pointed at fate. My fault or yours, still, a man is torn apart. Confused to what is happening when will his peace start. And if this is a punishment, what is my crime? Free to the outside, in his head, only doing time. There, it's dark and dingy all around. A complete blackout no light to be found. Crying like child, no mother, no home. Stuck with himself, always feeling alone.

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The Color of Love

The color of love, is all we see a time lapse film, set for infinity. And as the stars explode, we will always know that the only color we need; the one we can only see. Love, will always be there. The color of love, all we want full satisfactions in what we sought And as the oceans roar and wide riding kites soar; we will always be real. Our own color, we always feel. Love, will always be there. The color of love, all we will give breath fresh life, helps us live And as we die, our compassion won't lie, that the color we trust is still there; Our color of love is there. Love, will always be there.

Lonely Rock by peanut-time, literature

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Lonely Rock

Always here, never late thirsty throat, drown in fate splatted against the basement floor Try and fall to the sky find the love, to make heaven cry and make a symphony start to fall and i stand in the rain endure cold and gain a weathered look of stone thousand winters pass time stops at last and my rock is still all alone the earth through space stuck expression on its face time seems to slowly start again gods throw what they can would kill any other man only break against my brass chin bet on the worst odds wear only the best facades no where left to stay and as life ends a new one won't begin cause the rock is long,

A Rosebush Shadow by peanut-time, literature

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A Rosebush Shadow

Casted down, twisted between vines and buds. Stealing beauty, stealing the chance of the future bouquet on a special day. Stealing the hundred-thousand words of a trembling and love stricken man. These shadows putting strain on young blossoms as they yearn to reach higher heights. To be with what they love. To soak up the light and life of sun. To become that beautiful bouquet or that pleasant smile on a ladies face. To become another shadow on any roses below. To snuff out the life of a seedling starting to grow. To steal the resources of others. Grow, be the king of aromas. The most beautiful rose, the one to kill the rest

Selfish Lover by peanut-time, literature

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Selfish Lover

don't be sad when I'm wearing black; you, should try it too cause there aint no more room on this railroad track; to, walk away from you with the stick in hand and the sack on the end; this, is what i do and when i say you'll miss me so; lie, to the point it's true cause, i, don't, know when to let it go and i, don't, know when to try, and i don't care why it's so or wonder, why i must die don't be sad when you forget my name and reminise of the past cause, i did the same two days ago nostalgic memories last this is what i do best don't question my actions or ways and, i don't know why i still think of you October, ha

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