hajer - Hello Poetry

Her crinkly hair, my sleepy eyes Her high-pitched voice, my subtle sense of humour My old pal and I, We concealed the depth of our ardent feelings, But embraced the cruelty of our empty hearts.

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Oct 31, 2015

Oct 31, 2015 at 9:07 AM UTC

My Old Pal & I

Her crinkly hair, my sleepy eyes Her high-pitched voice, my subtle sense of humour My old pal and I, We concealed the depth of our ardent feelings, But embraced the cruelty of our empty hearts.

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Quietly and alone, a flower blushes in the cactus garden. Viciously and slow, the flower is pricked by the venomous spines.

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Oct 20, 2015

Oct 20, 2015 at 9:15 AM UTC

The Cacti & The Flower

Quietly and alone, a flower blushes in the cactus garden. Viciously and slow, the flower is pricked by the venomous spines.

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I sat swiftly on the edge of my bed. Linking my two soft hands is a sheet of paper ready to be the ballroom of misery. I held my pen, and guided it's movement. I let it dance on the paper and transcribe my thoughts, leaving nothing but ink of grief.

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 5:49 AM UTC

Thoughts

I sat swiftly on the edge of my bed. Linking my two soft hands is a sheet of paper ready to be the ballroom of misery. I held my pen, and guided it's movement. I let it dance on the paper and transcribe my thoughts, leaving nothing but ink of grief.

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