Spring's Feeling

  Of the seasons, spring, summer, fall and winter,

  Spring gives me the kindest feeling.

  Spring is the champion of the plants,

  Sending away the harsh winter that destroyed them,

  Bringing life to the barren plants once again.

  Of all seasons spring gives the best feeling.

  A pitter-patter of rain, and a fresh breeze.

  Not like the summer that scorches the Earth,

  Not like the autumn that warns the Earth,

  Not like the winter which kills the Earth.

  Spring is the kindest feeling,

  Bringing our past memories anew,

  The feeling it gives to us,

  Makes us feel eternal,

  Like the cycle of the seasons.

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  Boredom Prose

  A nostalgic feeling true,

  How to describe it to you?

  Made of old memories often makin me blue,

  Most certainly new age gibberash l ike 1337 and j00.

  Haunting and joying in times like a flue,

  I wish I could travel through l\time, like in Bck to the Future part 2.

  Memories of old like a cow saying moo,

  In the end they come back to us, like all memories do.

  My heart aches in a trance,

  Longing for a relationship of romance.

  I feel destined to be alone,

  My heart aching, turning to stone.

  I want nothing more, than to find at the door,

  Hoping at that door, a girl to adore.

  Until then waiting I'll be,

  Until then, we shall see.

  The aging old Sentinel, last of his race,

  Memories forgotton adorne his face.

  Like his race from the past,

  His age old body will not last.

  Until the day he does fall,

  May he stand protecting, brave and tall.

  A shooting star, in the dark night,

  Like the Moon it shines so bright.

  What is its purpose at this journey?

  Racing the star shower tourney.

  All to lose in a spectacular sight,

  Such is the life of a star shower night.

  If only I coudld push myself forward,

  PUsh that goal and go toward,

  How do I go and not stop?

  How do I go to the top?

  Go through without a map,

  Do it without making my lap.

  Stop the ocean at the shore,

  OPen that goal, open that door.

  In the swamp oar and canooe,

  Much on my brow, sludge on my shoe.

  Find that treasure, find it fast,

  Find the legend of the past.

  Stop my eyes, feel the lies,

  Found the treasure, what a surprise.

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  They Say Hell is Torture, I Laugh

  They say Hell is pain

  They say that Hell is torture

  I think I will laugh

  Alone in the dark

  Avoiding the feared cursed mark

  With closed eyes I hope

  Dreary Saturday

  Body aching with sadness

  Expression in rain

  My eyes hurt in pain

  Closed in eternal abyss

  Where has it gone now?

  Blink Blink Computer

  Making old like it was new

  Format, Install, Chime

  Back to the Future

  Going back to the 80s

  Where is the boombox?

  How did it all start?

  It makes quite a unique sound

  Life seen all around