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JosephBruin
JosephBruin
American I enjoy writing; I cook for a living.
I hope he makes you laugh more than I was able to, that his sense of humor always clicks with you. Does he know that spot on your neck that's your favorite to be kissed? When it's time to go, does he make you feel missed? Do his words make you melt, the way you told me mine did? Does he tell you you're his everything, that you're what makes his world spin? Do you make love like we did or do you instead simply **** Does he tell you that you're beautiful, that you're his greatest stroke of luck? I hope he's everything that I couldn't be. I hope he has everything, that you no longer see in me.
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 3:24 PM UTC
Wishing You the Best
Blessed is the cook Who maketh his own fortune, carefully seasoned
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Apr 26, 2014
Apr 26, 2014 at 1:12 PM UTC
Cook's haiku
Man's mind killed mankind, The monkey knows the balance. I do no evil
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Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 2:21 PM UTC
Untitled haiku
The revolving door spins swiftly, taking its passengers by surprise With its transient metamorphosis. The foreign scenery is at first exciting in its bold contrast, before boredom ages beauty and Weathers it away until it's faded and ugly like the peeling paint On an abandoned house. Situations that caused tears, blood and agony become but foolish Memories, as attention and perception shift to new situations We gladly then sacrifice oursleves to.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 1:45 AM UTC
Turn
I sit upon an impossible throne, The world's most comfortable chair. It's all I'll ever wish to own Though I forget it's even there. My chair is ergonomical, Conforming right to me. Whatever I find desirable It suits every want and need. I feed it everything I have But it never is enough, Everyday my fingers bleed Stuffing it with fluff. I only see in front of me, My chair it does not turn. And as far as I can see My chair is the whole world. My chair is all I'll ever know I seldom choose to leave it. It scarcely ever lets me go It's all I can believe in. I don't know what I'd do without it, Perhaps get up and get a life. But instead I'll sit and stagnate, Dying in my own delight.
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Jan 29, 2014
Jan 29, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
The World's Most Comfortable Chair
Enthusiasm; It feels so foreign to me, This inspiration
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Apr 13, 2013
Apr 13, 2013 at 1:16 AM UTC
Inspired haiku
I remember the song in my head When I first saw you, The way you laughed And how your eyes grew. How I tried to read the tattoos On your sandled feet, the way I prayed for Our eyes to meet. The way I listened To hear your name, How I wished you'd look my way. I remember wondering How to approach you, Perhaps by commenting on Something you say or do. I remember your voice, And how it seemed to reach for me. It sounded so simple, Yet soft and intriguing. With each second My curiosity grew. I don't know what it was, But there was something about you.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:40 PM UTC
A poem on remembering you
I envy robots Because they feel no pain. No aching thoughts to drive them insane. No bad days to Ruin their weeks, No salty tears To rust their cheeks. Though we do have thing, that I must say: Love, That will drive the pain away.
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Mar 10, 2013
Mar 10, 2013 at 10:24 PM UTC
Robot Envy
I look into your eyes And the warmth of your love fills me, The glowing heat of Your angelic beauty. I touch your skin And am unable to breathe. You've stolen the air from my lungs, My heart stands still within me. And when I kiss your perfect lips Time stands still. Warmth comes over me, And at the same time, chills. You take me to a place Where only you and I exist, A place of love and Eternal bliss.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 11:57 PM UTC
Narrated Love
You know I'm terrible with goodbyes, And I know you deserve one better than this. But you know me, Always better with words than with actions. It was my way with words That made you put up with me, Made you look far enough Beyond my flaws that you saw someone Worth the trouble, Worth all of the heartache and The frustration. Someone I fail to see, myself. Someone I fail to be. You gave your heart to Joseph the poet, Only to have it broken by Joe the ******* The same lost cause that You once saw hope in. The same who continues to Disappoint. I only wish that my goodbye will Be in such fashion, So that I may never again disappoint A love better than I deserve.
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Mar 8, 2013
Mar 8, 2013 at 12:26 AM UTC
Slow goodbye