satan - Hello Poetry

One I saw a great high mountain soaring above the exquisite blue sky I thought to myself 'what can i do?'. Three days later i found myself ******* on top of it like a wild dog. Two I was listening to my fav rock and roll song on the radio I thought to myself ''what can i do?'' Ten years later i found myself in bed on top of my saturday groupy. Three I stole some money from my mother I thought to myself ''what can i do?'' Five years later i got a kick out of wiping my *** with a dollar. My problem, my friend, is i can't say i can't. I just ******* can... Period!

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 2:09 PM UTC

CAN'T SAY CAN'T

One I saw a great high mountain soaring above the exquisite blue sky I thought to myself 'what can i do?'. Three days later i found myself ******* on top of it like a wild dog. Two I was listening to my fav rock and roll song on the radio I thought to myself ''what can i do?'' Ten years later i found myself in bed on top of my saturday groupy. Three I stole some money from my mother I thought to myself ''what can i do?'' Five years later i got a kick out of wiping my *** with a dollar. My problem, my friend, is i can't say i can't. I just ******* can... Period!

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My beloved friend, i miss leaning my body on yours. I can still feel your hands caressing my hair while you kissed me affectionately. We touched when our hearts sought for vague eanderment. Those cups of wine we shared defined how i felt toward you. Your silhouette in the morning had awaken my passion for romance. I miss your hands on my face. Your strong hands, my love. Your love for me tasted like the last drop of a cup of summer wine that lingered on the tip of my tongue. I want to share that one drop with you. My friend, i miss your scent. As i breathed you deep into my soul each time you put your hands on me. When i stared at the blue sky today, i felt your eyes looking into mine heavenly. I miss those summer days, your bed of nakedness and purity. Your sunburnt skin of youth reflecting the touch we shared. My beautiful friend... My long-lost love... You touched me as i cut my skin and let you in... You gave me love nobody had ever given me. Pure and passionate. You touched my youth like my father had. He taught me to love like he had. He showed me the way to conquest when he kissed me. My beautiful friend, my love, my youth... I long for your kiss to set me free from this torturing passion. A passion for journeys, conquests, and love. My heart, my love, my friend... Andrea...

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Jan 10, 2012

Jan 10, 2012 at 1:38 PM UTC

ANDREA

My beloved friend, i miss leaning my body on yours. I can still feel your hands caressing my hair while you kissed me affectionately. We touched when our hearts sought for vague eanderment. Those cups of wine we shared defined how i felt toward you. Your silhouette in the morning had awaken my passion for romance. I miss your hands on my face. Your strong hands, my love. Your love for me tasted like the last drop of a cup of summer wine that lingered on the tip of my tongue. I want to share that one drop with you. My friend, i miss your scent. As i breathed you deep into my soul each time you put your hands on me. When i stared at the blue sky today, i felt your eyes looking into mine heavenly. I miss those summer days, your bed of nakedness and purity. Your sunburnt skin of youth reflecting the touch we shared. My beautiful friend... My long-lost love... You touched me as i cut my skin and let you in... You gave me love nobody had ever given me. Pure and passionate. You touched my youth like my father had. He taught me to love like he had. He showed me the way to conquest when he kissed me. My beautiful friend, my love, my youth... I long for your kiss to set me free from this torturing passion. A passion for journeys, conquests, and love. My heart, my love, my friend... Andrea...

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I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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Jan 10, 2012

Jan 10, 2012 at 1:26 PM UTC

Lost Admirer

I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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Shadow is the one Shadow is all you want Purity here written devastatingly on this very line Not to shrink the kind Making love to your shadow Living your reflection up 5 torturing years in a row You have given up

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Dec 4, 2011

Dec 4, 2011 at 5:20 AM UTC

SHADOW

Shadow is the one Shadow is all you want Purity here written devastatingly on this very line Not to shrink the kind Making love to your shadow Living your reflection up 5 torturing years in a row You have given up

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I miss my mother the most whenever i **** someone... I miss my father the most whenever i bury them... I miss God the most when i sit still in my room not doing anything at all... I miss it all...

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Sep 22, 2011

Sep 22, 2011 at 5:15 AM UTC

MISS

I miss my mother the most whenever i **** someone... I miss my father the most whenever i bury them... I miss God the most when i sit still in my room not doing anything at all... I miss it all...

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I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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Sep 16, 2011

Sep 16, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC

Lost Admirer

I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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Sep 16, 2011

Sep 16, 2011 at 2:09 PM UTC

Lost Admirer

I live in your basement Unnoticed to your enjoyment Quietly lost in my own existence Yet firm and vast persistence My heart beats to your every step As i wait patiently for your misstep Through a crack i see you every night Beautiful and fair in my sight Your scent seeping in through the floor Through my skin, my every pore The sound of your laughter i hear in the dark I feel your breath on me with a spark I touch your feet every night through the cold Your bare skin... Heavenly like gold I am only a feeling away But not today

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Today the man died His wife and kids were crying Then came the 'we take care of everything' men. They saw the coffin, checked it. Oh yeah...too bad he's dead... Papers out.... Signed... Done... And then the money... Happy....??? Not now... Maybe tomorrow... Thank God he died...

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Aug 23, 2011

Aug 23, 2011 at 1:03 PM UTC

Saved By The Coffin

Today the man died His wife and kids were crying Then came the 'we take care of everything' men. They saw the coffin, checked it. Oh yeah...too bad he's dead... Papers out.... Signed... Done... And then the money... Happy....??? Not now... Maybe tomorrow... Thank God he died...

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Heaps of dead leaves scattered by the wind Your hand once beautiful, now stuck out dead Barren you, autumn tragedy, and me unkind There was neither hopes nor thread You, my last and most beautiful Prayers coming out, flat and pitiful Only from me and the air hanging heavy As much cold as your skin so deathly To be forgotten and lost Though once loved and wanted the most My heart hurt you could not see Confused yet satisfied as i be Now evoking and provoking spirits Tales and nothing hints Your hand in my forever dreams Twenty...forty...or till i die in my sleep

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Aug 23, 2011

Aug 23, 2011 at 12:24 PM UTC

Under The Last Autumn Sky

Heaps of dead leaves scattered by the wind Your hand once beautiful, now stuck out dead Barren you, autumn tragedy, and me unkind There was neither hopes nor thread You, my last and most beautiful Prayers coming out, flat and pitiful Only from me and the air hanging heavy As much cold as your skin so deathly To be forgotten and lost Though once loved and wanted the most My heart hurt you could not see Confused yet satisfied as i be Now evoking and provoking spirits Tales and nothing hints Your hand in my forever dreams Twenty...forty...or till i die in my sleep

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If your arms are long enough... Come dig me up... Say your prayer... For i am not dead yet... I can see... I can feel... I can hear... Still... Come now... Dig me up... I beg you... I am not dead...

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Jul 31, 2011

Jul 31, 2011 at 7:40 AM UTC

A Favour Asked

If your arms are long enough... Come dig me up... Say your prayer... For i am not dead yet... I can see... I can feel... I can hear... Still... Come now... Dig me up... I beg you... I am not dead...

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