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jason-alan
jason-alan
American a Texan living in France. writer of poetry, short stories and hopefully novels at some point. going to try my hand at self publishing
comme si, comme ça que sera, sera blah blah blah what are you saying? je ne sais pas pardon my franglais ma langue est anglais I hope I pass the exam dans le mois de mai
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Apr 1, 2013
Apr 1, 2013 at 10:02 AM UTC
franglais
She is heavy In the mind and in the soul She is a love so impure But that love is beautiful all the same She makes broken men feel whole She is a blessing in disgust A lost soldier in a lost world She is eager to satisfy The dreams of every dreamer that ever graced The presence of her race She is human, imperfect She is crying Her tears can be heard falling But her sobs are silent She is in love with ideas and notions She is a dream unfurled She is the kiss you’ll always remember The eyes you’ll never forget She is trying She is in love with a man Who doesn’t care She calls him But he never answers She knocks on his door But he never lets her in She’s leaving Maybe I should have answered the door But it’s too late She’s already gone
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Jun 2, 2011
Jun 2, 2011 at 1:58 AM UTC
heavy
things are not what they seem to be. a blade of grass is a field of ruin, dust moves in a circle, and death is a false end. things are not what they are. god is existence, the future is set in stone, yet even mountains move, given time. things are not. faith is complacence, an onyx tower, buried, in the amber depths of the heart...
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May 16, 2011
May 16, 2011 at 2:31 AM UTC
Re: ality