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Spikejoker911
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Name: Byron
Birthday: 9/2/1988
Gender: Male
Interests: Ever since ive evolved from boy to MAN, my interests vary. i'm intreiged in the consept of Editing Videos to enable a specific observation of my true feelings of a subject/opinion. I play a little lacrosse, football, basket ball and other sports. I enjoy swiming(well at least laying in the water relaxing) and i love driving. Drinking alchole, ive only tried once. Thank god my X-girlfreind was there to guide me through, some day i'll ask her to mary me. Meenwhile i see myself as a firefighter in future purposes, after graduating high school, ill most likely attend a junior college for about 2 years then join a nice medical training college for bout 4 years, then become a perimetic firefighter for the remaining of my 10 years of living. =]
Expertise: God damn, i love to manipulate the mind of my followers, conceal my embarissment, trash the intelligence and feelings of my oponents and elaborate a true mean of destruction towards the fait in which my body sheath's as a mineral rather disease. I love water skiing, snow skiing, bowling, playing air hockey, showing of my four arm.(right)
Occupation: Student
Industry: Business
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  sPiKEjOkEr911
Member Since:
1/14/2003
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Silky truant strands of hair
Take a gander don’t be scared
My vision gives a touchy moan
My senses blocked, health postponed
Time has bled, voices given
Knowledge bleak, feelings sickened
Your hand is soft I thrive to touch
I give you opportunity far too much
Immaturity defines us both; my obsessions crave the fallowing oath:
Give me time, give this care give me love
And bind the flare between us both.
Seeking love, it’s rare design
Composing a rhythm to announce you’re mine
A word is sought to contribute feeling
I thrive to persist, and continue revealing
Not the words to define your stench
But motivation to proclaim your bliss.
A pear is green, as the sun is yellow
Your eyes are as mine, intrigued yet mellow
Your fingers linger as if just for me
I dream for holding, what should be seen
Open the door, let out a cry
Sheath my hands for that of one more try
My ears open, my eyes untied
That last kiss, left but a sigh
Coherent to love, led by fear
Having been with you made my struggle clear.
I climb the steps to trail your beauty
Only to be struck by thunder, gently yet crudely
A second went by, a day past near
Time shallows, to prevail my fear
Your presence overcomes my dread, to conquer such faith
Can only contribute what medicines are led to be fake
Lies are said, feelings put on hold
Your nobility is secure, unwitting and bold
Thoughts bleed such simple words
My touch is ignored and frigidly observed
The end is near, my path lay out
Kindness was abused, without a doubt.
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