z1 - Hello Poetry

A quiet confidence That rests on a rock of no real Credence A smile where there should be none So long as nothing bears her Resemblance An alarmed search For feelings no longer in his possession He presses on With nothing left But to compare The curve of her lip here With his grimace there

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:32 AM UTC

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A quiet confidence That rests on a rock of no real Credence A smile where there should be none So long as nothing bears her Resemblance An alarmed search For feelings no longer in his possession He presses on With nothing left But to compare The curve of her lip here With his grimace there

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Auch wann die hellleichte Sonne scheint Auch wann den Vogel singt Schöne Lieder, die alle tieftraurige Leute auch Leben gibt Wegen dieser Entfernung DV, ich vermisse dich

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:30 AM UTC

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Auch wann die hellleichte Sonne scheint Auch wann den Vogel singt Schöne Lieder, die alle tieftraurige Leute auch Leben gibt Wegen dieser Entfernung DV, ich vermisse dich

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I long to sing for you Sweet tunes that'll ring in your ear Long after I'm gone But years of drunken experience Assure me, That I can't I long to climb exotic mountains with you Strong winds send your hair on an adventure A sight that will last In distant memory But muffled groans from creaking bones Assure me That I cant I long to embrace you But a four and half hour time distance And pathetic bank balance Assure me That I cant So I do what I can Draw your image with my minds hand And in (vain?) effort to make you smile, I write.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:29 AM UTC

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I long to sing for you Sweet tunes that'll ring in your ear Long after I'm gone But years of drunken experience Assure me, That I can't I long to climb exotic mountains with you Strong winds send your hair on an adventure A sight that will last In distant memory But muffled groans from creaking bones Assure me That I cant I long to embrace you But a four and half hour time distance And pathetic bank balance Assure me That I cant So I do what I can Draw your image with my minds hand And in (vain?) effort to make you smile, I write.

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Hands outstretched, two fingers trail your delicate cheeks They move lower to your neck As memories that powerfully bombard, wash into the birth of the new Arm in arm hand in hand They move to your chest Your quivers at my call and beck I tremor. I tremor for my hand on your skin, Your mind and wondrous flesh, For your beautiful brown hair That falls on supple shoulders,just right. Then lower to your belly Short, sharp breath. The look in your eyes,deep imposing green Sends shivers all the way to the spleen In these moments I understand religion Understand connect, Take me, you whisper And I thankfully oblige

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC

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Hands outstretched, two fingers trail your delicate cheeks They move lower to your neck As memories that powerfully bombard, wash into the birth of the new Arm in arm hand in hand They move to your chest Your quivers at my call and beck I tremor. I tremor for my hand on your skin, Your mind and wondrous flesh, For your beautiful brown hair That falls on supple shoulders,just right. Then lower to your belly Short, sharp breath. The look in your eyes,deep imposing green Sends shivers all the way to the spleen In these moments I understand religion Understand connect, Take me, you whisper And I thankfully oblige

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How I long for these moments Sudden unannounced clarity of the diseased and indifferent mind Fleeting moments Where all is silent and all is heard. All thoughts valid, none disturbed How I long for these moments For then I see you for you Me for me And I smile my crooked smile

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:20 AM UTC

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How I long for these moments Sudden unannounced clarity of the diseased and indifferent mind Fleeting moments Where all is silent and all is heard. All thoughts valid, none disturbed How I long for these moments For then I see you for you Me for me And I smile my crooked smile

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It is by all means a vital ***** Sends blood to nourish thankless limbs Despite how it aches Sustains the unquenchable brain Purifies And now, Mine is all aflutter.

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Aug 2, 2015

Aug 2, 2015 at 7:19 AM UTC

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It is by all means a vital ***** Sends blood to nourish thankless limbs Despite how it aches Sustains the unquenchable brain Purifies And now, Mine is all aflutter.

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