Phoenix_lost: lets see what happens
Basic:
51 year old Man, 5'9" (175 cm)
Seeking:
Woman, for Lets Hang Out / Chat / Friends
Ethnicity:
Mixed Race
Body Type:
Athletic
Personality:
Free Thinker
City:
Profession:
ask me
Education:
Some College/University
Religion:
Other
Misc:
Smokes Sometimes, Drinks Sometimes, No Drugs
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More Details:
Martial Status:
Divorced
Hair Color:
Black
Eye Color:
Other
Longest Relationship:
Over 9 years
Second Language:
Other
My Exercise Habits:
1-2 Times Per Week
Has Children?
Yes
Want Children?
Undecided
Has Pets?
No Pets
Has Car?
No
Political Views:
Liberal
Postal Zip Code Area:
cf47, WLS
About Me:
You can trip and take me down
You may hurt and make me cry
Even back me in a corner
Take it all from me, you'll try
Make this pain inside my brain
Till the water works run dry
I'm confused or now insane
How I was when I was high
Spit at me and give me shame
Say that all I do is lie
Just a **** inside your game
Hell is where I'll burn and fry
Strip me till I have no name
In this shell to rot and die
Try to make me something plain
But will never say "˜goodbye'
Acting weak is how I feign
Have for you a big surprise
Nothing for you but disdain
Keep me down or so you tried
Not pathetic or so tame
Life I'm taking back is mine
Thunder roaring is the train
You're a joke and one that's wry
No more constantly a strain
As I look out at the sky
Cork that's popped from crisp champagne
Rising up and now I fly
Written: December 8, 2018
All rights reserved.
[Trochaic trimeter format with masculine ending]
This was written inspirationally and as a
tribute to a friend of mine who was dealing
with an unhealthy relationship and is now
finding her way out of it.
You may hurt and make me cry
Even back me in a corner
Take it all from me, you'll try
Make this pain inside my brain
Till the water works run dry
I'm confused or now insane
How I was when I was high
Spit at me and give me shame
Say that all I do is lie
Just a **** inside your game
Hell is where I'll burn and fry
Strip me till I have no name
In this shell to rot and die
Try to make me something plain
But will never say "˜goodbye'
Acting weak is how I feign
Have for you a big surprise
Nothing for you but disdain
Keep me down or so you tried
Not pathetic or so tame
Life I'm taking back is mine
Thunder roaring is the train
You're a joke and one that's wry
No more constantly a strain
As I look out at the sky
Cork that's popped from crisp champagne
Rising up and now I fly
Written: December 8, 2018
All rights reserved.
[Trochaic trimeter format with masculine ending]
This was written inspirationally and as a
tribute to a friend of mine who was dealing
with an unhealthy relationship and is now
finding her way out of it.
My Ideal Match:
At first light the finches
are flitting about the trees
Flittering
fluttering
flit
purple finches
flit
Fluttering
flittering
fly
painted finches
fly.
In this companion volume to Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices, the winner of the 1989 Newbery Medal, Paul Fleischman celebrates the sound, the sense, the essence of birds. Written to be spoken aloud by two voices, sometimes alternating, sometimes simultaneous, these poems perfectly capture the beauty of birds in their singing, soaring, and rejoicing
are flitting about the trees
Flittering
fluttering
flit
purple finches
flit
Fluttering
flittering
fly
painted finches
fly.
In this companion volume to Joyful Noise: Poems for Two Voices, the winner of the 1989 Newbery Medal, Paul Fleischman celebrates the sound, the sense, the essence of birds. Written to be spoken aloud by two voices, sometimes alternating, sometimes simultaneous, these poems perfectly capture the beauty of birds in their singing, soaring, and rejoicing
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