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GRAINS OF SAND by hunter12, literature

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GRAINS OF SAND

Itching softly the bottom of my feet. How I got here was such a sweet treat. Grains of sand under feet. Sky's are blue and water cool. My arms are wrapped around you. I cant believe that I have been such a fool. And not have taken you here before. To Grains of sand under feet. The blue in your eyes matches the sea. I can't imagine being anywhere else. While kissing you, I try to hide my glee. Being here with you; grains of sand under feet.

YOU GOT A BRAND NEW PAIR by hunter12, literature

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YOU GOT A BRAND NEW PAIR

I've got a brand new pair of roller skates! You've got a brand new key. How terrific that our skates make perfect mates! Baby, don't roll over me! You got the key to my heart. So baby, don't drift us apart! On the edge of fate, my heart shakes! So join me, my love; our love to make! Rounding curves, we do skate. Abounding on our feet, as if a dove. Sent from the blue heaven above! Skate we will, as our spirits shall not dissapate!

HAND IN HAND- 2009 by hunter12, literature

YOUR KISS- 2009 by hunter12, literature

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YOUR KISS- 2009

We had fun at the rodeo. Free as spirits may roam. We saw the pigs and geese. Just pretty as you please. You seemed distant. Always a pace before. As if afraid to connect. Though betraying a trace. You are a friend of mine. Mostly in class, for a time. We told each other stories. Of past and current loves I know you hurt from the breakup of your deepest love. I could not but wonder, to go from here. Would it rip us asunder? I usually don't have female friends. That are not taken. Due to the complications of the love forsaken. But my mind cannot but wonder. Possiblities of your kiss did make. My thoughts are amiss. Wa

SLEEP - 2009 by hunter12, literature

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SLEEP - 2009

Sleep.... Miraculous tunneling. My consciousness... lost and funneling; throughout all space and time. Adrift deep in sensations. No expectations. My dreams... a pirate's plunder, or wickedness ripping them asunder. Oh would I rather feel the touch of a warm body.. Than the squeeze of a poisonous adder. Sleep... I wonder what it is to have a mind that is bereft of any thought. No sound, no feeling.. no remembrance of any day's disaster brought. I wish my mind would settle this night. So that I may enjoy sleep's gentle embrace. And sleep aids no longer my only source, of entrancing in my dream lover's sweet discourse.

MERRY CHRISTMAS. by hunter12, literature

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MERRY CHRISTMAS.

Well Hello my fellow firefighter! May your pants have big pockets So with all good tidings, they may swell! And feel your heart with cheer! Also your big drinking stein, To the rim with your favorite beer! Such may be your blessing now and Through time! May the Lord Bless and Keep you! This DAY His Birthday celebrated! Forward on with Dancer, and Blitzen; Toward the Midnight Star. In Remembrance of HIS day of birth. WHO is now standing. Ever watching us on earth. Merry Christmas My fellow firefighter! May your tree be filled with good lights. And you eat and have fun with your kids. Then safely to bed; this joyous n

CRASH 2007 by hunter12, literature

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CRASH 2007

Friday! All right! Tonight is my night! Time to go play! Without a delay! Woo Hoo! Dy No Mite! Gotta get a shower. Buy my girl a flower. A little romance tonight! Whoa, dude what was that sound? It shook the ground! Oh, nothing but lightning. But it sure gave me a frightening! Weird... I could swear the flashes, were red and blue. Ouch- dang razor... too sharp. My blood oozing. For some reason, extremely mesmerizing. Prophetically heralding. In my car, down the road I go. To my sweetie’s house. Not too far. Just a couple beats on the radio. Rains not too bad… Traffic is heavy though. That’s alright... I a

I AM LONELY- 2007 by hunter12, literature

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I AM LONELY- 2007

I am lonely. In need of a dance. A chance to romance. A true heart, not a phony. My heart is torn. Subject to forlorn. My past loves, I do not miss. A chance at a new love.. Maybe bliss. Until that time, this way comes. I shall ever be a warm heart. Ready for romance's spark. A dart from Cupid's arrow. Shall bring love from deep in My bones marrow. I am lonely. In need of a dance. A chance to romance. Deep in a remembrance Slowing embracing -as in a trance.

I MISS THE 80'S by hunter12, literature

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I MISS THE 80'S

I miss the 80's. When I was younger. Full of Rum and vinegar. First kisses and attempts at bliss. Love's first hits and misses. Back when Madonna was still a 'Virgin'. Cruising through town. Wanting to be Judas Priest and a 'Turbo Lover'. Stealin' glances down my girls shirts and thinking "Whoa do 'I Want Your Sex!'" I miss the 80's when I was younger. Back when I enjoyed meeting new people. And making our own 'Breakfast Club'. Long before I found out that DIVERSITY Was actually ADVERSITY. I miss the 80's. When I was younger. Returning to the time; When my future- I was ready to behold. Long before the doldrums and melancho

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In Requiem- 2002 by hunter12, literature

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In Requiem- 2002

My Older Brother I see your sons and daughters stand proud and strong.. I hear their laughter and play... Though, now for a time, they are in sorrow.. As time passes, so will the pain.. Then the strength, love, courage... that you have passed to them.... will stay. Through your sons and daughters... I see the years. The trials, the joys, the growing experiences, the hard times... All of which are life's lessons... That in my memory, will forever remain.... In your sons and daughters, I see an opportunity.. To lend the strength, love, courage, dignity.. that you... unselfishly.... bestowed to me... Through the passing of th

Tell me a story... -2002 by hunter12, literature

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Tell me a story... -2002

Tell me a story... of mountains afar.. Majestically heralding...conversing with the clouds.. Of snow-capped spires....Windswept slopes.. Tell me a story.. of mountains afar.. Of the sure-footed goat.. with each step a wonder.. Never towing this way or that.. Every reaching his plunder.... Tell me a story.. Of Mountains below a star-studded sky.. Millions of blinking lights... reflected thousands of miles below... The subject of a wink or smile perfected in many a child's nursery rhyme.. Tell me a story that covers the expanse of time.. Tell me a story... of mountains afar..

The Dance of the Silvery Moon by hunter12, literature

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The Dance of the Silvery Moon

As I sit here, I hear the pitter, patter of the rain... From beyond the phones, a familiar sight unfolds.... I remember a night. .. not so long ago.. When the matters of life were not so pressing. I remember a night.. just the two of us together.. Watching the rain... So peaceful it fell... So close we felt... Never before in my life... had I felt that way before... Just you and I... watching the pitter, patter of the rain.. Nothing mattered more than that moment... Just you and I together... And the pitter, patter of the rain... Holding you close, loving you.... Lips to lips, body to body, mind to mind, soul to soul... One to

Roaring Fire- 2002 by hunter12, literature

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Roaring Fire- 2002

The winds come, billowing the shutters. First the drizzle, then the rain begins. Inside the warmth and the smell of wood. Hearing the splinters break upon the fire. First mellow, then stronger. Staring at the flames, seeing mermizing visions. Of past,present and hopefully of things to come. Visions of past when I was a boy. Looking to the sky. Wondering of things ahead. Will I be a sailor, a doctor, a fireman? Is there a wife to be? Visions of present. Am I happy with what I have become? The simple pleasures. A touch, kiss, a gentle caress from someone you love..helping others when you can. Visions of future. Of a family.

The Call of the Night -2005 by hunter12, literature

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The Call of the Night -2005

The sun has descended. Trees are bathed in shadow. I hear the owl call. From deep inside, something has transcended. My pulse quickens, my hair stands on end. Within my chest, my heart beats faster. The heat begins, as if to boil my blood. I am hungry, so hungry.. Where is my prey? The pangs, they are for Blood. Flesh that is full of life.. Where from these cravings come? My neck throbs.. such pain. Was it not just the last morrow, when it first began? Rembrances of the night before, I have not. But inside, the hunger grows stronger. The bite sears with ever piercing throbbing. My blood courses... I feel so alive.. I do no

My Confession- 2005 by hunter12, literature

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My Confession- 2005

I sit here remembering. My sins are ever before me. Inside, my soul cries ABBA.. FATHER! Your WORD says not to gossip. Your WORD says not to lust. But I am so lonely.. Affection is a must. My spirit is broken.. In Psalm 51, I find my salvation. I claim the blood of the Lamb although, deserving I am not. Only YOU can wash me from my iniquity. Cleansed by your SON, THE LAMB- the token slain. I have seen evidence of YOU in my life. Especially during times of strife. But why is that I still find myself wondering if YOU care about my plight? I know that in your children YOU find delight. But who am I? I have more sins than I wish

I SHOT THE TRAITOR- 2005 by hunter12, literature

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I SHOT THE TRAITOR- 2005

The day was busy.. the calls never stopped. However, the work was easy. I felt that I owned the day. But for some reason, there inside was deep dismay. I was scheduled to leave without delay. But my boss asked me to stay. I called home to relate the hour. Not wishing our evening to sour. Hoping for a couple hours reprieve. Your voice most agreeable. With no inkling that I thought forseeable. Of what would later transpire. Faster than a twinkling of an eye. Did I find myself in a guilty mire. I open the door to the sound of amore`. It must be another love story. That you like to watch on television. But I hear a voice of some

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Addiction by Nina16, literature

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Addiction

Addiction is a very steady friend One on which you always can depend. A companion through the lonely night There to back you up in every fight. It comforts you when the world is cold And gives you the strength to be more bold. It's always there when you start to cry And holds your hand when you want to die. Its constant reasurrance on which you feed Helps get you through this time of need. You try your best to break the spell Get out of the whole in which you fell. But in the end the fight is lost Addiction wins, and at what cost? You loose yourself and so much more And still you want just one more score. One more hit from th

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White Inside by FalseSolace, literature

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White Inside

I've nearly reached my point of breaking hands are shaking cannot move I need to find some other way to get away to make it through I can't tell you to wait for me when you're already running and fading away I just want you to stay for me to wait for me until I've found my colours again I've nearly turned to white inside I cannot hide the way that I feel each scar appears and all I hear are questions, whether this is real but could you tell me, once again where this could end if it be with me all I want is some other way to get away there's truth to see I can't tell you to wait for me when you've got your plans to ge

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BABY'S BREATH- 2006 by hunter12, literature

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BABY'S BREATH- 2006

Babys' Breath... Gypsophila muralis A beautiful mural in which flowers lay. So soft and gentle.. Much like your namesake. Alongside a rose, you abide in strength. Silently supporting but definitely alluring. Adding your soft presence to life. So meaningful to my life, your brush against my cheek. When I lean in to smell the new fragrance. Much like your namesake. A baby's soft touch, you remind me. A smile or a peal of laughter. Your white blossoms so delicate. Ever reminding me of the mission I undertake. Much like your namesake. Whilst remembering you, my mission I undertake. Holding my child softly. As he gingerly begi

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Current Residence: San Antonio, Texas, USA
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hunter12

Mar 3, 2010

Howdy!

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Looks like i haven't been here on my home page since Aug last year! Wow! Guess I been spending more time on Facebook. Finally sold my crap Focus.. for about $600 less than I wanted. At least its gone. Now to go after my old realtor to get my money back. Halfway through school this semester and will be really glad when Its done! Never going back! Anyhow am doing well in other areas. Have a female that we go out and do things together. Would rather be going out tonight but got a test to study for tomrrow! So toodles. Oh yea, got some pics to put up!

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hunter12

Aug 13, 2009

What to do?

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I have trying to buy a house in the midst of my car breaking down to the tune of $5000. Can't tell if its the house I should let go and buy a new car. My life has always been hard and making decisions blow chunks. I can't tell if its the Lords Way of telling me to give it up, but don't know which one. If I give up on the house, I lose $1000 of earnest money. But I am about maxed on my credit cards for car repair.. Its back in the shop for transmission. New engine, new clucth and now transmission...

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hunter12

May 20, 2009

Cancelled again...

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Well I got cancelled on 3 dates by same person again.. Supposedly with cause. She said the first two times she had to pick up her daugheter in law from the hospital who just had a premature baby. 3rd time she had to work somewhere else. I don't hanve any reason not to believe her as of yet, but it doesn't do well for my ego. considering the last woman i asked out and seemed to have the same results after 3 times asking her out, I doon't quite no whether to cut and run or just hold out for awhile. My other female friend started seeming to pour out her heart to me while we were going out and now all of the sudden she doesn't call either. Dang,

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