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Kameronstout12
Words can not describe thine beauty The touch of a rose creates the sweet sensation of sexuality. Her aroma fills the room with the feeling of returning from wartime the calling of loving comfort Hair lovelier than a sunflower never to be picked until the official day of our lives As I sit and stare Living past our expectations I forget how bare the accusations made against our speculations We were made to be no matter the fear
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Jan 18, 2019
Jan 18, 2019 at 12:42 AM UTC
Untitled
Stuck in the garden roses as far the eye can see watching from afar stares the warden I run as far as he lets me I run farther and farther into the sea of rose testing my range minute by minute the aroma of roses fill my nose wondering how much time on a clock I can spin it The end doesn't seem near Do I keep running? or return without fear? or keep running and get caught with much more to lose
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Dec 30, 2018
Dec 30, 2018 at 3:45 AM UTC
Roses
the sunshine runs its rays over the ocean; the sunshine puts everything in motion and the sunshine fills camera sensors with endless beauty- the sunshine falls at the end of the day-the cutie is unseen. the moonlight dims beauty and brings insecurity something, not even light can give purity- why can't she realize her beauty, even the night brings new light to shine my cutie
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Dec 28, 2018
Dec 28, 2018 at 1:03 PM UTC
why?
Time is ending. Love is ending. Forever sending-thoughts of past opportunities; I am the fool that is regretting; as another man Time is beginning. Love is beginning. Moving on to a new interest; I ponder what could have been somber. Except, I wish for a somber moment, then seeing another have a happy moment Selfishness- I suppose; Foolishness- I know; Time is the remedy to my problem. I hope for their happy immortality; but truly wish for their loving mortality. Time only will tell the answer to my problem. Except time is ending. Love is ending.
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Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 1:45 AM UTC
Love?
It is cold, oh so so cold The snow is falling for the first time ever in my area The soft simple snow seems so scary I dip my toes in and get frostbite on my toe I decide to sit inside where it is warm and welcoming My windows seem frozen but still transparent I see all of my neighbors playing in the soft simple snow They build snowmen and have snowball fights Everyone is experiencing this new phenomenon in town Experiencing it from the window is not the same but I still sense such simple satisfaction from the neighbors I sit in my home and watch others houses lights shut off All of them are running out to dive in. I stay inside and have a cup hot chocolate my sizzling sip is satisfying and welcoming but something is missing
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Sep 3, 2018
Sep 3, 2018 at 11:31 AM UTC
Snow
I am a person Soy una persona sono una persona Jeg er en person Ek is 'n persoon Ja sam osoba Ich bin eine Person
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 5:33 PM UTC
Todos
Snow falling the bear snoozing sunflowers stalling A Sunflower blooming The Sun is blinding Sunflowers blooming Mating calls for fighting a sunflower glooming Perennials rebloom as a sunflower tries to Sunflowers rebloom a sunflower dies too The snowflakes fall a Sunflower grows tall sunflowers wilt the dens are built Snow falling The bear snoozing sunflowers stalling A Sunflower glooming
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:51 PM UTC
Sunflower(s)
A need for social interaction Can be solved by a simple action and a minor transaction. The sun rises as friends and family become more than a fantasization of the nightly dramatizations. The sun’s rays begin to be covered by moons darkest shadow. As I get closer to the people I hold so dear, the eclipse grows stronger and the image of my reality grows dimmer The small glimmer of a shooting star is all I need to progress my social endeavour, but my stomach begins to simmer. I feel as if today I might get thinner In the shadow of the moon I am met with a lady, a pill, and a bill. I follow the orders of the lady and I feel the warmth of the Son once more. The Moon’s shadow is casted away from a single digestion, as if a sacrifice was made to a higher being to cast away the shadows on a Sunday My social life is based off a refill And if I spill, all I can do is close my eyes and shut the blinds. For away from the light is where I find the most comfort. My brightness dies around the brightest ones in my sky. My constant fight is the one against the darkness between the stars.
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Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 4:44 PM UTC
Space