amorrr - Hello Poetry

your hands have been there for me , forming a shell of security since the day I was born your glance at my wellness has always been greater , you have always been a ray of hope, a biggest blessing which I would prefer to count twice , you are a spring all around without you , there is no bloom , there is no winter , there is no summer , to me. they must have done their does , and i may have let the poison bleed into me unknowing , but oh , mama I let out my love to you drip into poetry. hope I make you proud. hope chaos sees me like you did.

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May 13, 2018

May 13, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC

the shell

your hands have been there for me , forming a shell of security since the day I was born your glance at my wellness has always been greater , you have always been a ray of hope, a biggest blessing which I would prefer to count twice , you are a spring all around without you , there is no bloom , there is no winter , there is no summer , to me. they must have done their does , and i may have let the poison bleed into me unknowing , but oh , mama I let out my love to you drip into poetry. hope I make you proud. hope chaos sees me like you did.

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I love him like he is the last moon , I will ever see and the last sunrise, I will ever feel burning all the chaos .

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May 12, 2018

May 12, 2018 at 8:00 PM UTC

Burned

I love him like he is the last moon , I will ever see and the last sunrise, I will ever feel burning all the chaos .

6

He is contagious , A sickness I'm dying to catch.

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May 11, 2018

May 11, 2018 at 1:07 AM UTC

flu love

He is contagious , A sickness I'm dying to catch.

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Sometimes i find some people like polar bears , white angles from outside and black from inside under that kind good smile , like that snow fur .

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 5:32 PM UTC

Bad polar bear

Sometimes i find some people like polar bears , white angles from outside and black from inside under that kind good smile , like that snow fur .

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when counsellors did tantrums I stood there watching sun and moon getting divided thought they were inseparable as moon loved sun more than the mist of holy sins , but then I got numb when I saw them going away into this whole lot of darkness on separate ways. that day I learned that love is ivy poison it spares the none . when it goes , soul burns.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 5:26 PM UTC

Tantrums

when counsellors did tantrums I stood there watching sun and moon getting divided thought they were inseparable as moon loved sun more than the mist of holy sins , but then I got numb when I saw them going away into this whole lot of darkness on separate ways. that day I learned that love is ivy poison it spares the none . when it goes , soul burns.

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There is a prayer in the wind that you cannot see if we close our eyes would you read it to me ?

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 3:53 PM UTC

To my atheist lover ;

There is a prayer in the wind that you cannot see if we close our eyes would you read it to me ?

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There are poems about you , which do not live, its a sad kind of disguise but they grew , developed body parts , bloomed like buds , and found their way straight through my summer plumed heart to write about how it felt when your hands touched me , and your arms felt more soothing than the star blue bed I miss home back. your thoughts are crabbed , creating the sallowness of fear . the bitter sweet time we spent projects into my little dumb mind , then makes my tears like vinegar , or bitter blinking yellow missings . with forever my lips curving in an arc . coming of you was not so easy but you made me alive now.

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Apr 28, 2018

Apr 28, 2018 at 3:47 PM UTC

Enzo , hey

There are poems about you , which do not live, its a sad kind of disguise but they grew , developed body parts , bloomed like buds , and found their way straight through my summer plumed heart to write about how it felt when your hands touched me , and your arms felt more soothing than the star blue bed I miss home back. your thoughts are crabbed , creating the sallowness of fear . the bitter sweet time we spent projects into my little dumb mind , then makes my tears like vinegar , or bitter blinking yellow missings . with forever my lips curving in an arc . coming of you was not so easy but you made me alive now.

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I have scenarios beyond dreams which confides me of the strangest elements. the humid turmoil of life and colours of death - insensible yet sensed. The oxygen no longer helps my lungs to breath but the thought of my own funeral does. strange how much this clippers of collision can be demons, so evil yet so pure to this parallel vida.

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Apr 27, 2018

Apr 27, 2018 at 4:22 PM UTC

casket

I have scenarios beyond dreams which confides me of the strangest elements. the humid turmoil of life and colours of death - insensible yet sensed. The oxygen no longer helps my lungs to breath but the thought of my own funeral does. strange how much this clippers of collision can be demons, so evil yet so pure to this parallel vida.

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