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Nov 2, 2018
Nov 2, 2018 at 5:34 PM UTC
Untitled
It was Monday, or Sunday maybe, one of the yellow days. I was talking to You and I heard it: The sound of two hearts, colliding, and then... sliding onward. We had missed each other again.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:21 PM UTC
The Miss Match
Do deaf people fall in love through caresses? Yours travel miles over the phone.
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Nov 15, 2015
Nov 15, 2015 at 10:16 PM UTC
Untitled
You Are the only thing That makes me doubt Everything is gonna be okay In the end.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:47 PM UTC
The End
I would tell you how I feel But my words would hardly be The first or the billionth        Cry of pain or tired sigh - The room is not quiet, the world is not silent. I would tell you what I think But my opinion wouldn't be The first or the millionth       Vicious agrumentation or complaint - My voice isn't the only, its sound isn't the loudest. I would say something... But you know how much I hate repeating something someone else has already said... Am I desperate, brokenhearted, hurt, angry, betrayed? Or am I (                  )? I guess you'll never know.
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Jun 4, 2013
Jun 4, 2013 at 7:45 PM UTC
Silence
Everyone in the room Must have been deaf and blind To miss    That quiet flutter –         Of three thousand bees listening to jazz –    That subtle shimmer –        Of two hundred golden sparks, shooting out of a dying fire and ON FIRE themselves –    That combustion in my heart –       Which made all those New Years and Fourth-of-July's seem like practice runs. They probably thought I was dancing to the music –          What music? – I was listening to your breath And dancing to your touch –        *As if my skin receptors were piano keys and with each touch your fingers came up with another         note* But then the music stopped –         I knew the song – The fire died –         I felt so cold – It was the 1st of January or the 5th of July or September  or tomorrow –         I don’t remember.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 9:35 PM UTC
Everyone in the room
Just last night I thought I was finished with everything new... Look at this tangle of thorns! - All New Monday - Same old life. The Oscars run longer and longer, But some things never change. Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, What would everyone rather me do Keep the votes coming! I'll be bold and mighty forces will come to my aid Or I will sleep through Monday. How to make choosing easier - Can we talk about that? Can the mysteries of the human heart Ever be revealed? It's supposed to be a surprise... What is? Life... - Will have you weeping for the joy And tragedy of it all.
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May 9, 2013
May 9, 2013 at 7:57 PM UTC
Found Poem
If I were a bit braver I'd pretend I was jumping when actually falling And go to the bathroom at night, strolling. And in that nice diary I'm afraid to start writing I'd use a pen even when crying. I would pack no sweaters for a summer vacation And in the winter only one...or three for any situation. And instead of "I'm fine" I'd answer: "I wish I'd get a sign" That everything would be all right And I would someday finally feel light. I would use staplers instead of clips And teach myself to do front and back flips. I would take a step and never look back And live my life off of a sack. If I were a bit braver I would go climb a tree And actually do something after counting to three.
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Dec 30, 2012
Dec 30, 2012 at 9:22 AM UTC
If I were a bit braver...
I am trapped. The strangest thing though, Is that the leg-hold trap Feels in my heart. How did it get there? And if there is that much Iron in my body, Why do I still feel Short of breath? Maybe it's too much.... Didn't I read somewhere That too much iron in the blood Causes heart irregularities? Yes. That would explain a lot. And it's probably the traps's serrated jaw That's causing all this pain! I see. I'm sure the doctor would agree that's true, I was worried for a second It had something to do with you...
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:38 PM UTC
Heartache