damian-acostaWhisper

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~~~☼♫~~~There is ♫ in the Stars, I can hear / Harmonies that fill my dreams; while I sleep / Visions of poets from afar and near.
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Apr 30, 2010
♡ --^- ♫***sgwoosh_ --^-_Sgwoosh_--^-_sgwooshiver_♡ --^-_Sgwoosh_--^-_sgwoosh-quiver_♡ --^-_Sgwoosh_--^-_♡ / *** / *An abstraction of Life
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May 27, 2014
10:30 pmI see God in my garden, but I don't know what He said... / ... perhaps a whisper of a warning; just a murmur in my head. / As I open up the back door and come rushing to His aid,
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Apr 30, 2010
#1 Song of 2499 {Prelude}... and all of Life's questions were set to be answered, from "Why are we here?" and "Why should we care?" to "Why don't he love me?" and "What should I wear?" and / "Where is my father?" and / "Can I kiss my daughter?" and
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Aug 20, 2014
42I don't want to be liked. / I don't want to be respected. / I don't want money or fame.
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Nov 6, 2010
((5))Your back against the hardwood floorthrustingharderthanbefore-- / it's our scent that is now rising, / every inhale energizing
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Aug 11, 2010
An Open Letter To Love (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying & Understood Now Is All There Is)Dear Love, / How dare you? Keeping me in the dark for so long... Blinding me with expectations, toying with my Ego, leaving me to fend off Fear-- and all for what? So I could grow? So I could see beyond this world of illusion-- beyond the farce of fame, the unending stroke of Time, the loneliness of pain, the screeching void of darkness? How dare you? / How dare you break the comfort of the weak man I'd learned to be? Stripping off the habits from my body-- only to send them back in a tighter, sexier dress. Replacing the sweet nectar of oblivion with the sweeter taste of empty knowledge. Giving me false hope so I could see hope as false... How dare you give me life and just as swiftly take it back?
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Jan 21, 2013
An Terrible PoemShe was a noun-- / No. / She is *adjective*.
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Sep 22, 2010
Below The WatermarkFar below the watermark, it’s really all the same… / A Youth screams in truth—Bloated tongue and footloose—for her father, underwater; / While her mother lifeless too, floats along the Grimy hue, face disguised with ****** blue, down the bank-- about a mile or two…
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Apr 30, 2010
Blind ProphetEverything that is going to happen, has happened. / You are here and there and now and then even everywhen in everyhow, and of course if that is so then everywhere! / Thought!
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Aug 20, 2010
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