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VirtuosoRed
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Name: Nuwanda
Country: United States
State: South Carolina
Metro: Myrtle Beach
Birthday: 1/2/1987
Gender: Male
Interests: When you listen to music, do you get that wieghted feeling deep within your core? Does it feel like a tingly honey? For me, I get that often from violin, poetry, movies and books.
Expertise: Is anyone ever really an expert? I am an expert at urinal etiquet. [is that how you spell it?] Being an expert at such a thing, I also break the rules.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Media
Message: message meEmail: email me
AIM:  VirtuosoRed
Member Since:
11/27/2004
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| I didn't listenI didn’t listen.
I’m half of
Half of what I should be,
Maybe I’m lost, because
I didn’t listen, didn’t hear
tHe history, didn’t believe, didn’t trust
Those memories -
Or maybe It’s that
I didn’t listen
To dreams, to my dreams
To her dreams, to the dreams we had together
Or was I listening to all of them
Too much, too much dreaming, too
Much listenin.
I saw clearly
Unfocused, saw the beauty
And saw the joy, but didn’t see
The pain, the mistrust, the
Manipulations, I didn’t listen to
Her heart screaming
But I thought it was for love
It was for me, I shoulda listened
To her memories
To her history, but I thought I saw
So clearly, I thought I read an
Open book.
So now, no one’s listenin
To me, to my dreams, to fears,
No one’s hearin my histories
Or my memories-
No ones there for my heart screams
To comfort toubled dreams, to build
A better history. I didn’t listen, and
Now I want, for someone to just…
Will you listen?
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| Five years oldMemories of being five
Just don’t jive with
Me and where I’m at.
So I’m buggin out
In this route to being
A musician, capital M.
I go to breath, in the
Music and there’s black
And chalk
My chest aggravates
And fires, and I Can’t breath;
There’s charcoal in my lungs
In my eyes, in my heart
I want to run,
I want to lose my past
But I’m stuck here, in the tar
Emotions.
I use to struggle in my
Youth but now it’s
In my dreams -
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| “Are the seats with the Red
Seat covers for anybody?
To sit in? Because that’s me -
A Nobody.
That’s me
A Nobody.”
Hidden behind your eyes
I could see sorrow. And;
I question how you feel this,
Lonely piano tuner taken
To Green. Nylon.
Only more questions came.
Who is the peril, the true perfidious
Soul. He who caused you this
Weight, or me, who silenced speaking
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| If ever there were a time for you to be understanding, for you to act like the man you say you are, it's now...be understanding boy -
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| I was recently in an auto accident...I feel very different afterwards, very different. I just don't feel like me right now...I'm trying to put on a mask, I'm trying to be like I was, but my nerve is gone, my understanding is being torn by all of this stress...I just want to cry, I just want to cry... | | |
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