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LavendarMyLove
LavendarMyLove
17 I am very passionate in the fields of sociology, history, and literature. My poetry is personal, but I believe I make it vague enough that it can become personal to other people, too.
At times when there seems to be no time for rest, You become obliterated by the aggravation, Everyone else becomes a pest. The human gives you an invitation; to chose to become annoyed and if you accept it you than become employed; as a world-class *******
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:02 AM UTC
World-Class *******
Exhaustion at its finest. Noises blend together And there is no room for kindness. Feeling lighter than a feather; Heavier than a bull. Your being becomes the weather, the weather becomes your soul.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 9:57 AM UTC
Exhaustion
I Love You, My Rose.
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Feb 1, 2018
Feb 1, 2018 at 5:16 PM UTC
Love For My Rose
Why form an opinion if it hardly ever makes an intense difference? What difference? Exactly.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:56 PM UTC
Untitled
Man this world makes me annoyed and happy and silly and corny and ***** and angry. But most of all, indifferent.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:55 PM UTC
Indifferent.
I am only in one competition. And that is the one for love. And like all the other contestants, there is only one prize I am thinking of. So do not bicker, and scream. Do not fight. Do not become mean. Cause we each have different prizes in sight.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:53 PM UTC
Prizes
oh my goodness, oh my goodness, yet again i write to empty and cleanse my soul. but you lack the understanding of comprehending my being. "Dumb *** Ah, yes. Fatherly love.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:45 PM UTC
Fatherly Love
The nosy surroundings in which I live in trigger every aspect of my anxiety. "Why," I hear "WHY" because I have no control over emotions, that's why.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:42 PM UTC
Why
my entitled little missy, though so happy and so free, my silly, little ***** your love means so much to me.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
on my sister
my love grows but weary each and every day and on those days are seconds and every second i shall pray as the love we share beckons, and it hollars, and it screams. for attention and devotion and everything but bitterness, it seems.
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Jan 26, 2018
Jan 26, 2018 at 3:54 PM UTC
All But the Bitter