samantha-gracy - Hello Poetry

Who needs love. It's a curse. And I have never learned how to cast it.

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Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:14 AM UTC

samantha-gracy

Love

Who needs love. It's a curse. And I have never learned how to cast it.

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you are not your grades or your scars your height or your weight you are not your face or the color of your hair you are the person you define yourself to be you are who you want to be you are not the opinion of the people around you you are your soul be it old or young you have lived many lives and this is just the beginning

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:13 AM UTC

shankxo

soul

you are not your grades or your scars your height or your weight you are not your face or the color of your hair you are the person you define yourself to be you are who you want to be you are not the opinion of the people around you you are your soul be it old or young you have lived many lives and this is just the beginning

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Everyone loves the poems that hurt me the most. It's little wonder that the greatest writers, the ones whose works we lovingly praise, were merely lost, broken fools.

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

DearOphelia

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Everyone loves the poems that hurt me the most. It's little wonder that the greatest writers, the ones whose works we lovingly praise, were merely lost, broken fools.

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Where do dreams go when they die? Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky? To fuel our rewards for living as pure? But that would simply make death the cure. Perhaps they fall with us down below? Sinking to the depths of torment as we go. Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits. Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits. For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good. Others dream of evil they'd do if they could. The polarity of dreams mold our world today. When things we do turn to things we say. Nightmares can haunt us, why must dreams resist? Feeling unwanted even though we insist. The fate of the future lies in our dreams. Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

nolan-davis

Dreams

Where do dreams go when they die? Do they leave our perception and ascend to the sky? To fuel our rewards for living as pure? But that would simply make death the cure. Perhaps they fall with us down below? Sinking to the depths of torment as we go. Looped on repeat, you're faux greatest hits. Forced to watch your soul crumble to bits. For some, dreams are the goal of the greater good. Others dream of evil they'd do if they could. The polarity of dreams mold our world today. When things we do turn to things we say. Nightmares can haunt us, why must dreams resist? Feeling unwanted even though we insist. The fate of the future lies in our dreams. Will they be joyous cried or hallowed screams?

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From the distance I saw you Even it was long time I had seen you I can recognize you I am sure Even if you were in between Couple of hundreds Same response I can Get from you As I know we were apart But, Our bonding of hearts Can make it work When we were near Or far This is the magic of Love Which spreads and help us To be unite Whatever had done before

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

Babu-kandula

488. From the distance..

From the distance I saw you Even it was long time I had seen you I can recognize you I am sure Even if you were in between Couple of hundreds Same response I can Get from you As I know we were apart But, Our bonding of hearts Can make it work When we were near Or far This is the magic of Love Which spreads and help us To be unite Whatever had done before

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i'll tear this place apart just like you did to my heart.

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

miaramirezz

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i'll tear this place apart just like you did to my heart.

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he used me everyday his favorite electric soul power he did know distance I did go... abuse always did follow one day he found me drained, rusted, & out of juice our magnetic force had finally come loose he cried frantically desperately fixing me up with man made tools It was simply to late a dead lover was his fate lucky he able to revive me with little life left I vibrated with long pauses I had to return with proper causes told my boy, I'm no toy now kiss my achy breaky heart only then will I begin again, only then will our love restart!

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samantha-gracy

Jun 7, 2014

Jun 7, 2014 at 7:12 AM UTC

zinalisha

Recharge: A boy's toy

he used me everyday his favorite electric soul power he did know distance I did go... abuse always did follow one day he found me drained, rusted, & out of juice our magnetic force had finally come loose he cried frantically desperately fixing me up with man made tools It was simply to late a dead lover was his fate lucky he able to revive me with little life left I vibrated with long pauses I had to return with proper causes told my boy, I'm no toy now kiss my achy breaky heart only then will I begin again, only then will our love restart!

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