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Reading his daily messages soon became boring,
but you are ignoring the fact that he was only trying to be loving..
At first he was special for you,
but now you treat him like a nobody..
You are missing the whole thing..

You asked him to remain the same..
..but you changed..
Its a shame!
Sending you messages daily without getting any replies,became his habit,
and reading his daily messages without replying,became yours..

The point that you are missing is that there're actually lots of girls out there who wish to have someone like him in their lives..
but still,he is holding on to you..
because he still loves you the way he did when he was 17..
but maybe it won't last forever,
because he is a lover,
and lovers expect love in return..
-Sharvish
You'll only miss him the day he'll be gone..
but he'll never let you miss him,
because he's got no intentions of leaving..
even if its difficult..
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
MOTV
Power
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
MOTV
To lead, inspire, an aura, an artful like soul, hypnotising. with charisma, speech painting golden moments into others skulls, love, restraint, an economic innovator who leads by  example. Creating futures so pure, with might that'll endure, the power does conquer.
Am I the son in or out of law
How many chances do I get before my head explodes

What's going on
What's going on
When I look into the mirror there's another gun

When I tell you I'll be fine
I still want you by my side
Please just try to read between the lines
Where's my comfort in the undefined
Please just try to read between the lines

If I'm your son do you hear my call
Even if everything I touch will slowly turn to stone

What's going on
What's going on
When I look into the mirror there's another gun

When I tell you I'll be fine
I still want you by my side
Please just try to read between the lines
Where's my comfort in the undefined
Please just try to read between the lines

What is the poison inside of me
The sickness in my head
Put me to sleep while I find a cure for the sickness in my head

We are the sons
We are the daughters
The generation of disorder

What is the poison inside of me
The sickness in my head

When I tell you I'll be fine
I still want you by my side
Please just try to read between the lines
Where's my comfort in the undefined
Please just try to read between the lines
Full copyrights and credit to Beartooth
When we first met
I wanted to poke you
Just to make sure you were real


Because how is it possible
Someone so perfect could really exist?
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
LjMark
I thought I was male
But wearing that mask
took all my strength
And the knots in my chest got too tight

Dysphoria was literally killing me
Not relating to men got too much
Relating with women got too attractive
And impossible to keep passing up

There could really be only one answer
It shouldn't have been hard to see
I had to break free from my prison cell
I had to reveal the true me

And in these two years of growing
Becoming who I've always been
I've experienced so many wondrous things
And delight in them again and again

From makeup to jewelry
To perfumes and shoes
A thousand shades of polish
And clothes from pink to blue

I now sleep like a baby
Happily innocent and free
There's no more stress or pressure inside
Just a beautiful woman that's me

Lj Mark 2015
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thus each tear i shed unto your people tribalised by a religion, unto each child of your womb a tear of mine, that i might return from the prison of islam that became a “home” as instigated by islam, and into the home i know of, as being the enemy, in judaism given respect, guardian of the tetragrammaton as the trinity of s, n, t and the hidden vowels.*

and if my prison was islam,
why have my caste resemble
agianst your beauty, brother?
you only made me biterrer
to have my ugly form moulded
against your beauty i see in god
mould you otherwise
akin to god's thought,
so why have you delved in demasking me?!
why have you attmepted to demask me
and give clothing of your nakedness
with angelic spires of the wings?
you demasked me...
and by so doing you made me more beautiful
than you could ever be...
thus i shed a tear upon listening to
the islamic call to prayer -
and i could have replaced a love music
for the wahabi doctrine of only listening to
the call of prayer...
but brother... i write this with tears in my eyes...
why did you unravel the mystery of aesthetics
that god allowed me to be a tourist among these forms
in placebo represented as their own and mortal,
thus sunsets above the wording
that did not revel in reading but in action,
and the few under pseudonym erasmus bothered
with the antonym of the former and left the latter
to idiots, which you claimed descent of from the idiocy of
a prophet that... simply... didn't bother...
he thus trading olives and nectarines
tried trading words and found himself bound to only
one paragraph expressed: and the dictionary of his eloquence
only reached the letter m from a rather than ending in z...
in that onomatopoeia of m n l o t p sung in dyslexic silence;
saddly enough genghis khan wrote more
and killed many more than the supposedly heaven sent
muhammad...
but the mongols were never destined to revel in living
under oil... they lived under camel fat all along...
and never became decadend like the saudi arabs became
with the european ******* ready to expoit youth of flesh
than subject the flesh to the forces of swan encompassing
a stature of the idea encompassing marriage;
well european ******* are cheap: you could
mistake a bulgarian ***** for a romanian one
every other day of the week, and it still wouldn't
feed the ethopian advertised by western charity companies
needing more money to feed the western bureaucrat
for digit input pin: x x x, x x x, than
that ethopian chirch adopted child eating quasi-sushi off
a maiden head of a crap dipped into the depths
the dark thus recycling endearing the construction
of mollusk protein in m.e.n.s.a.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Cody Haag
You
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
Cody Haag
You
You burn me,
Break me,
Overwhelm,
Take me,
And I'm left to put myself back together.

You shatter,
Batter,
Taunt me so.
Eventually I'll have to blow.
 Dec 2015 Dead lover
TigerEyes
He thought he was in touch with the Lord
ranting, and raving from the pulpit
with his Bible like a sword!
I was five and Oh, so bored
thinking this is so twisted, and messed up
these men wouldn't even allow make-up
"Get thee behind me" is what they'd shout
Again,  I'm only five thinking this is f-d' up
No doctors for bleeding ears
just a ton of painful crying tears
loss of hearing being just one thing
that her religion brought onto me
the pain that I endured
you can't imagine the nightmare that occurred
but my Mother denies it to this day
saying to accept it all today
like lying to yourself
putting your feelings on a shelf
I cannot deny this past....
but, I have uncaged myself at last.
This poem is copyrighted and stored in author base. All material subject to Copyright Infringement laws
Section 512(c)(3) of the U.S. Copyright
Act, 17 U.S.C. S512(c)(3), Krisselle S. Cosgrove December 5th, 2015
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