charm-r - Hello Poetry

oh, this was it. the scent that snatched you. reminiscent of the sec that binds you to me to my being. it was almost blown (fr my recollection).

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Sep 6, 2010

Sep 6, 2010 at 4:24 AM UTC

Rainkiss

oh, this was it. the scent that snatched you. reminiscent of the sec that binds you to me to my being. it was almost blown (fr my recollection).

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What else can this mind say now? with a heart that is already silent and aloof. Yet, memories are lucid and the taste of the old happiness is clear. Joy, bring it on. Hand yourself to her. While mine, a history that shall be boost . So let life begets the transparency of truth.

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Sep 5, 2010

Sep 5, 2010 at 3:15 AM UTC

Passive

What else can this mind say now? with a heart that is already silent and aloof. Yet, memories are lucid and the taste of the old happiness is clear. Joy, bring it on. Hand yourself to her. While mine, a history that shall be boost . So let life begets the transparency of truth.

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My back froze in friction My sight locates your presence My ear grasp the loud echo of your boom set My cardio pounded in awe I attempted a gaze but your eyes looked away I put a smile for you, but your face remained asleep When will I be rewarded by my effort not unforcedly sounded? For I eyed to you a twin of my past who plastered my mind of his memory foremost I came across a song, a song you find appealing (A song that he feasted too...) You are my torture like the way he eventually be Time after time you tresspass my unity Thereafter sorrow visits me Then my mind's suddenly puzzled If you don't coincide my past, Will I offer similar fascination? I'm not sure.

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Sep 4, 2010

Sep 4, 2010 at 2:59 PM UTC

Tambolista (Drummer)

My back froze in friction My sight locates your presence My ear grasp the loud echo of your boom set My cardio pounded in awe I attempted a gaze but your eyes looked away I put a smile for you, but your face remained asleep When will I be rewarded by my effort not unforcedly sounded? For I eyed to you a twin of my past who plastered my mind of his memory foremost I came across a song, a song you find appealing (A song that he feasted too...) You are my torture like the way he eventually be Time after time you tresspass my unity Thereafter sorrow visits me Then my mind's suddenly puzzled If you don't coincide my past, Will I offer similar fascination? I'm not sure.

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Tall at the end of the shore, unescorted As I eye you blur in distance My naked feet on ground are ***** and stuck in long halt. I hissed my solitude, I puffed the exhaust of your nearing, Your coming, It is no beyond unattainable so I ought not be afraid. Forever is what my heart aspire So I stood tall, steady and untired. I kept my knees unflex, hands rested on my chest, The depth of longing pounding intensely, Passion its beating, clearly and sunshiny. Along these lines, Listen as the wind speaks my voice, mindful and intent, If, if only this is bright, If, if only you care for a halt, Then the heart is queer, Will you row me in my endless dreams?

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Sep 4, 2010

Sep 4, 2010 at 12:24 PM UTC

The Boatman

Tall at the end of the shore, unescorted As I eye you blur in distance My naked feet on ground are ***** and stuck in long halt. I hissed my solitude, I puffed the exhaust of your nearing, Your coming, It is no beyond unattainable so I ought not be afraid. Forever is what my heart aspire So I stood tall, steady and untired. I kept my knees unflex, hands rested on my chest, The depth of longing pounding intensely, Passion its beating, clearly and sunshiny. Along these lines, Listen as the wind speaks my voice, mindful and intent, If, if only this is bright, If, if only you care for a halt, Then the heart is queer, Will you row me in my endless dreams?

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(A missive to the "Thursday Guy") Pause, I tight my eyelid, there your face again, Lovely and winning. Suddenly Interfered my mind, Thereupon rested and died. I can no longer pick you up, In an opening w/c is abounding Abounded by the thoughts of you My mind, I was speaking (of). On the Ascension Day, Maundy and Holy alike, I am smiling deepest and ceasing the time. I held on for you, I stared then, (though your eyes are daft), Foolish, Crazy, even though I was, every hour. Oldness has gone, I flew. Withal, You are still a beauty even in fancy In truth, I cleave solely in your memory. Your hair, dawning from your eyes Succored the threshold of my fantasy. I intend to whisper a truth Some words that will embody my longing I don't want you to, all but dwell on my fancy But to breathe with me in solidity. Please, once again, I want to gain a stare. -C.

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Sep 4, 2010

Sep 4, 2010 at 10:55 AM UTC

My Thursday Phantom

(A missive to the "Thursday Guy") Pause, I tight my eyelid, there your face again, Lovely and winning. Suddenly Interfered my mind, Thereupon rested and died. I can no longer pick you up, In an opening w/c is abounding Abounded by the thoughts of you My mind, I was speaking (of). On the Ascension Day, Maundy and Holy alike, I am smiling deepest and ceasing the time. I held on for you, I stared then, (though your eyes are daft), Foolish, Crazy, even though I was, every hour. Oldness has gone, I flew. Withal, You are still a beauty even in fancy In truth, I cleave solely in your memory. Your hair, dawning from your eyes Succored the threshold of my fantasy. I intend to whisper a truth Some words that will embody my longing I don't want you to, all but dwell on my fancy But to breathe with me in solidity. Please, once again, I want to gain a stare. -C.

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