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I swear ink runs through my veins A piece of paper passes as my heart I hold your hand like a pen Press it against my chest to feel Every beat leaves a word written upon it Endless poems and prose You inspire even when you're gone
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Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 6:02 AM UTC
The Ink and Paper
What is darkness to light What is love to fright The same as day to night The only difference is the truth One and one make three Two and two make four Its not what you say that makes you free The only diffetence is the truth So when you sware you do not care if you turn on my kind friend And I say I will love you to the end One of us is lying like a foe and the other telling truth like a oak that will not bend The only difference is the truth And even one mends and the other breaks our heart And you say that lifes a priveledge and I that true love is such an art Yet you deny the difference before we even start So in this act upon the globes time stage you play your part as if not knowing your bound to break my heart The only difference that can save us is the truth and 10,000 hours to master love for two.
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 6:09 AM UTC
The Difference
From the first time I saw your face as a child of eleven My first thought was O such perfection as an angel from heaven My second time I saw your body as you stood at the side of the pool My first thought was, to persue any other woman I'd be such a fool The third time we were almost alone and I started to undress you but a voice said leave her alone Then there was the forth time after so many years I came to your home in spite of my fears Lucky for me your boyfriend didn't Knock me on my ear The fifth time you waited on my friend and I with a smile for which I thought I could easily die My first thought then was I am not ready for your heart to win And now after forty two years you came to me with a thousand smiles like the little winged angel I always thought of as freeer than me Now I realize for you to be appreciated from a girl and a teen and a young woman so fresh and an experienced lover yet I have yet to undress is all good Because I now have learned to cherish your heart and to become one with your soul is the first place to start. O but I dream of the time that may come when we've shared every memory of love, pain and tears and every high and low of all of the years that I longed to kiss that perfect young girl whom made time for me stop when you came into my world.
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Jun 5, 2016
Jun 5, 2016 at 12:48 AM UTC
Always Perfect In Beauty
Hemingway said, There is quite the difference between kissing goodbye and kissing goodnight. I wanted a "See you later", but instead got the "Goodbye". Steinbeck stated that Nothing good gets away, If it's right, it happens. If that's the case how did we always end up feeling so wrong? Salinger suggested that after falling in love you never know where the hell you are. This, I can say is true. Where the hell are we? Dickens declared that The truest wisdom comes from a loving heart. Yet a heart in love can sometimes turn out to be the least wise. My friend, I think I'll just stick with Orson Welles' theory: "We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone." Anything else is simply illusion.
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Jan 20, 2016
Jan 20, 2016 at 11:02 AM UTC
Ode to the Greats.
Long ago, There was a boy, He felt alone, Without a joy, All that he had, All that he’d done, He deserved so much less, Than what he had won, This boy was broken, Shattered like glass, He thought himself stupid, A pain in the *** But then he met her, On a cool autumn’s day, She lit up his world, She showed him the way, She picked up the pieces, No matter the cost, And put him together, Not a single piece lost, She gave him her all, And he gave her his, And they both discovered, What true love really is.
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Jan 12, 2016
Jan 12, 2016 at 10:58 AM UTC
The Boy Who Was Broken
“And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music.” ― Friedrich Nietzsche
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 6:42 PM UTC
the music
“Maybe everybody in the whole **** world is .” ― John Steinbeck, Of Mice and Men
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 6:26 PM UTC
Scared of Each Other
I don't feel alone all by myself I don't need something more than this Summertime has brought me joy I dont seem to have to find it not no more I'm leaving those in my past and letting go I am changed After all this time I sure do know You are everything that I've hoped for And now I may rest my soul I don't feel alone I no longer feel all by myself I don't need something more I don't feel alone And I don't feel scared I don't need something more Than this
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Jan 9, 2016
Jan 9, 2016 at 5:35 PM UTC
SUMMERTIME!