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SimonFernandes
SimonFernandes
24/M I am sort of a snowflake
She made him Punctual from a late latheef An extrovert out of a lone desert Chivalrous knight who was an insensible trash Responsible man who always forgot the dates Kind human whom world saw as a hooligan Studious kid who was a topper in reverse order Majestic man out of a whiny babe     She made him drop the Deadwing, which had his soul listen to Chainsmokers which was once detested share his share of chocolates and make an amendment Let the pillion occupy the special reserved seat Dump all the colossal ego just to see her grin Ignore the friends as if some ***** jinx Get drenched because she found bliss in it   How do you feel now, that the bait is consumed There is no more interest, no intrigue left Get the control of the handle now Rev your ****** out on the road you like Stop not till you find the the right place Hope is what keeps us awake through ghastly nights.
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Jul 6, 2017
Jul 6, 2017 at 7:52 AM UTC
Choice
I will welcome you in my dreams with roses and chocolate, just promise to wake me up before it's too late.
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 10:39 AM UTC
Promise
Have you ever wrote with a wrecked pen and shed all the smudge Have you ever played a guitar with broken strings and bled your fingers Have you ever tried to burn the moist leaves and got eyes insanely blind Have you ever screamed so hard and got your throat smitten Have you ever seen something so vicious and scarred your memory Have you ever pondered of something so bad and lost wiring in your head Have you ever hated someone so badly and ended up loving immensely Have you ever been favoured by ethanol and temporarily erased her for a night Have you ever left a flock in order to find the lost one Have you ever let her go finally realising the sweet truth Well!!! I have done it all to the brim and then a voice spoke deep within The darkest nights have some stars too There are the left,scorned and abandoned flock too If not, the darkest night will have a shiny morning too
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Feb 14, 2017
Feb 14, 2017 at 5:41 AM UTC
Anguish, Despair & Realisation
Vision at the moon out of my window Gave a stupid thought that I too could sow that seed Contemplating the most complex crooked stuff in simplest way For I did not know that this castle of glass would shatter in every way How dreams turn into fake promises How there is no more surreal world to live within Stay hungry, stay foolish was just quote Ended up with a final thought that I could never ever sow that seed Wish I could be that kid back again Wish I had that responsibility sized hair thin.
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Feb 10, 2017
Feb 10, 2017 at 7:36 AM UTC
Beautiful/Absurd dream
As I leaned towards the window sil on the white sheet, covered in the blanket of luminous moonlight Keeping my head on the hand , pressing it to tight I mistook the pulse for a delightful heartbeat I mistook you for the eternal love believe it.
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Feb 9, 2017
Feb 9, 2017 at 7:16 AM UTC
Delightful heartbeat
Perhaps this was the way it was suppose to end. Perhaps the sour end is what makes the beginning and progression so sweet.
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Jan 19, 2017
Jan 19, 2017 at 7:58 AM UTC
Sweet Inception
kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips i practice things i'll never say to you i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it" i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they ***** we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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Jan 18, 2017
Jan 18, 2017 at 7:04 AM UTC
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kissing you was like swerving into oncoming traffic i can never tell if i am more haunted by empty picture frames or the ashes of their contents you taught me that the saying "pick your battles" meant not answering when love was at the door sometimes when i drink whiskey i swear i can hear your voice in the creases of my bedsheets & i sleep on the floor i still catch myself running my hands over things you touched the most, looking for the echoes of your fingertips i practice things i'll never say to you i remember the day you told me you didn't like poetry, how "everything's already been said" & how "nothing meaningful can be captured without being cliche" you know, i don't miss you like the sun and moon, i do not miss you like tide bent waves crashing on the shoreline, i miss you like a chernobyl  swingset misses children rumor has it that drowning is a lot like coming home, that drinking bleach can **** the butterflies in your stomach for your love of cigarettes, i would have been an ashtray this halloween i want to dress up as the you when you loved yourself and show up on your doorstep i never understood what you meant when you said i was an instrument, back when you would cup your hands around my chest and breathe through the holes in my heart, i still wonder if the sounds i made remind you of wind chimes i never paid much attention to abandoned buildings until i became one in my dreams all the flowers smell like your perfume i am the only person who has ever wished for the same snowflake to fall twice if i could go back, and rewrite the definition of audacity, it would be how when we lost the bet of love, you said "we never shook on it" i love you, if the feeling is not mutual, please pretend this was a poem the only apology i want from you, is to have you repeat the names of children we will never have in your parents living room until they ***** we are the same person if you find yourself up at 4am dry heaving promises, or if you are kept awake by the laughter of those who've abandoned you nobody ever told you that goodbyes taste like the back of stamps sometimes i'm convinced that the only reason we hug, is so you can check my back for exit wounds
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Your existence in my life was like a favourite pen with an air bubble in it.
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Jan 10, 2017
Jan 10, 2017 at 5:40 AM UTC
Futile existence