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 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Pretty girl
Someone said this to me. Sent it. It is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me so i thought id share.

I get really jealous when you wear showy clothes because I want to protect you, as my own. I want to hold your hair in my hands and just rub my face against it. Your face provokes a strong need to poke cheeks because yours are so kissable.
My dear,  how adorable you really are...it's a shame I won't get to do any more touching then a hug...
I am so grateful to have people in my life. You will always be my best friend and favorite human.
Kayden...
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Pax
Corrupt
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Pax
Most corrupt people
are already rich,
their hunger is much
harder to satisfy.

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© 2013
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I believed in Karma
But often times I think many powerful people has avoid it
By merely starving the hungry.
Karma is good, yet it takes time, longer or shorter it may seems…
It always starts in small doses.
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Renae
Forever
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Renae
Is forever so long
You keep using forever
Saying it's never ending
Forever in love
Forever together
If love ends so quickly
Forever would be to me
Such a long long time
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Denel Kessler
Rise
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Denel Kessler
Show me
true beauty
how waves
break the shore
into individual grains
yet each contains
the whole
crystalline universe
reflecting light
renouncing midnight

Leave me not
upon the sand
barefoot and stripped
recounting sins
to the weary wind
return my heart
to loving grace
salt-scrubbed chambers
cleansed of hate
tenderly reborn

let love
rise from this
arid ground
clear water drawn
from a deeper well
with cupped hands
tend the seeds
so we may eat
of the bounty
that rightfully belongs

to no one
 Feb 2017 Zhanara
Ugo Victor
No words can express how I really feel
At least not enough, but I will try still
I'm the silhouette in the shadows
Drowning in the darkness of my days
You can't see it, but it's there
Hidden well within the brushes
That try to paint me a different color but blue
I'm the drawing in the dark
The Artist in plain sight
And I paint myself blue to your adulation
Like the phenomenon of color constancy
I see blue and black, but you
You see white and gold; I'm done
No need to show what's hidden in plain sight
I'm fine I say, over and again; depressed
No words can say how I really feel
The words will never be enough
To make you see that all I am, is ill
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