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chante-r-brunet
chante-r-brunet
French I stop and find beauty in everything, it is a waste of life if you don't. / I write poetry because I want to remember the way I feel at that given moment in time. All of my writing is personal and real.
I'd rather shatter and watch all the tiny pieces of me fall to the ground then have you ignore me. In that fragmented moment in time when I am completely dissolved, at least I will be free. Free from the infectious words rolling off your tongue. Those sweet lies, in which you deceitfully soak in poison. I believe everything you have ever spoken only because I love you, but when your smile fails to hide your cruel intentions, that is when I wish my soul would liquefy. If only I could say goodbye to your wicked lies when you ignore me.
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 2:24 PM UTC
When you ignore me.
He lost her He cant sleep, Instead he watches the sunrise. He doesn't mind seeing the bright, yellow, and orange flames of the sun set fire to the sleepy horizon, it only reminds him of the burning candles at her funeral. Its been so long, he can't remember the way the sheets contoured her body as she slept. He only remembers the stiff, shapeless sheet, draped over her, in that cold room right after he lost her. He imagines the way she used to rise out of his bed every morning. How her velvety, black hair swept across her  pillow. He longs to see the moonlight beam into his bedroom window to light up her white, satin nightgown like it did every night. But he lost her. Now its just him, thinking of her, lost forever in the burning sunrise.
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Mar 12, 2012
Mar 12, 2012 at 9:08 AM UTC
She's gone.
To never hear your soft voice asking me not to leave. To never feel your eager hands, brush my cheek as you pull me closer to kiss. To forget the shape of your eyes. The smell of your skin. The taste of coffee on your lips, early in the morning. The sound of us laughing, while the rest of the world sleeps. Us, together, alone silently listening to the rhythm of each others body. To feel the emptiness I felt in my heart, long before you entered it. And when I think of fear, I think of loosing you and it simply tears me a part.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 7:52 PM UTC
Fear.
Your embrace is gentle but powerful, like how the wind ruffles the surface of a calm ocean. That is how I know our love is real. I feel it pulsate through my body, rattling through my bones, into my heart, and into my soul. Your love is the life to my heart, like how the wind is life to a lost leaf on a lonely autumn day. It blows freely, randomly uplifting it from the ground. That is what you do You make my soul shiver with delight and when my heart takes flight with yours It is you, and only you that keeps me alive. Like the wind.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 7:35 PM UTC
The Wind.
Emotional eyes are what you say I have, but how can I hide my love for you? You say its hard for you, hard to love me back, the way I do but how so? Your eyes pull every emotion out of my entire existence, like air forced out of my lungs; so smooth and powerful but essential to life. I can't help but look back into those inviting eyes, which lead deep into your erratic soul. You keep me guessing. But when you look through me, through my broken eyes, into my predictable soul. You effortlessly reveal and heal the pain that lies deep behind my emotional eyes.
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Mar 11, 2012
Mar 11, 2012 at 7:30 PM UTC
Emotional Eyes.