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Poems Mar 2016
Her hair smelled of
Rubber erasers
Late nights
Spilled cappucino
But somehow still looked beautiful.

She was like her grades, a perfect 10/10
Sharp eyes denoting a wide mind that
Every day I wanted to dive into.
I was wrapped around her finger
Like the pen she'd always chew on
When she'd look at me with fire in her eyes.

I love you Bienne.
give me the ****
ughhhh b0ss pls
can i habeda pu$$y pls
Ey b0ss
Where the ******* at man
they ain't ****
***** *****
baby
give me the ****
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
Broke- My wallet
Broken- The promises I've made
Break- What I need.
Breaking- My heart
Breakable- My job, I skipped too many days
Break-up*- What's happened to me.
A bit too true for me.
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
Paint an ocean filled with stars,
And beaches and the seas,
And you would not capture a beauty so vast
Effortlessly kept by she.

Paint the sun, in its flaming crown,
And the galaxy's gleaming isles,
And all the lights that shine in the dark
Are just small sparks to her smiles.

Paint a diamond of purest cut,
And milky silks, snowy doves,
And even they could not compare
To this fair angel from above.
"For a picture paints a thousand words,
But a thousand pictures can't paint her..."
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
Needing is one thing,
*but getting is another.
A problem with crushes,
hunger,
poverty,
and many other problems.
All of which have a ***lack*** of something.
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
I guess it has to rain
For flowers to grow.
I guess the more you are insane,
more of yourself you'll know.

I guess we must know how to cry
To recall happiness when it's gone.
I guess our love had to die,
So that my heart can live on.
But love is a cycle,
an end creates a beginning.
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
A painting may be a thousand words
but a thousand paintings can't paint her
A flower living off her own sunlight
A broken mirror that reflects inner beauty

Now all I've got are photos
Some sepia, digital, black and white
Though the colours don't really matter
Because my heart is black and blue

The memory in my camera
Is smaller than my memory of you
I remember everything that you do
And I'll never delete it.

Now, you're just in a picture frame,
And I need a new frame of mind.
Another note left in the hallways.
There must be a poet on the loose.
  Mar 2016 Poems
Winter Silk
A year has passed.
I couldn't feel it though, because all that time was spent with you.
A year full of
long drives for short vacations
intimate hugs full of sweet sensation
wind blowing our hair on snowy mountaintops
chilling in minimarts, enjoying some lollipops
staring into each others eyes, and feeling serene
joining fundraisers and runs to keep the earth clean
We sailed through troubles
Chased after our dreams
Drove ourselves further
And flew to the skies, touching the clouds and riding the jetstreams.
Before I met you, I did all these things many, many times.
But with you, we did these things together.
And they felt different. Every step, every move, every breath.
I felt electricity in my veins, a new light to see in, and freshness in my life.
And that was the difference that kept our unity.
I love you.
Happy anniversary.
June 16, 2013.
A love for tuna sandwiches brought two people together.
How crazy is that?
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