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About chanbox

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  1. chanbox

    the one

    The One by chanbox, Jun 30, 2009 Is she really your true love? Is this really it? Is she the one Who can steal my heart Like a thief on the run? Or does she hold the gun With the muzzle to my chest, Ready to blow my heart to pieces If I think she's not the best? If I think she's like the rest And leave her behind, Will her tears eat away At my heart, soul, and mind? Am I so blind That I only see I love her When I threaten to leave and put myself above her? Will I ever know unless we part? Either way will break my heart. http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/The-One.836045
  2. At my high school study hall, a few of us guys just liked to talk about issues. Religion, government, everything just got discussed... The table of discussion... Mix it with some percussion and cussin' And debate comes out; words run out; We raise doubt, answers, or mountains Of confusion and fountains of illusion. We bring about facts we can't bring out in class: Scandals of the past that out society masks To keep us from thinking... Mowing and clipping minds like grass. But this table doesn't rob my brain's garden. It digs up the dirt so my soul doesn't harden, And gets my mind o
  3. http://www.authspot.com/Poetry/The-Table.819757
  4. Hard Knocks: Part 1 by chanbox, Jun 26, 2009 Not the typical hard life you're expecting. Locked inside a box with no keys and locks, No bars and blocks, no guards and cops Just him and his thoughts. Man, he never shot a glock But I could sure tell you about a life with hard knocks. Growing up in a religious home, with no means of expression Except for communion and confession, He never learned his lesson. Looking out from a bubble to a world of acception, He never saw the rubble in its mountains of question Or the stubble on its legs and the double complexion. Even with the Hubble
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