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My heart is tired of waiting anymore,
I can’t hold unto this any longer,
I will not be afraid anymore,
I won’t listen to the demons inside me.

How can I keep this love for long?
How can I pretend it is okay?
When inside I am decaying,
No, I must tell her tomorrow.

I will tell her I adore her,
I will adorn her with words of life,
I will pour all jewels in my heart to her,
Because I am tired of pretending.

If she says no, I will return again,
Because I can’t love another,
I can’t cherish another,
My heart is for her alone.
Its just that
There is little success in writing, none of any wealth, not without selling
your soul.
It seems that these days our book store shelves are slaves to **** literature,
and our computers are ruled by the pop-up one time self help blog Kings & Queens.
They all seemed to believe that their writing is filled from the truth buried within the heart and soul, and tireless nights slaving over the blank page, but few really torture their souls to bleed onto the page. Few watch as the bottles empty beside the array of snubbed out cigarette ends, all for the perfect tale, all for the best story. But it is never good enough, because to be tortured, you are never to be satisfied. There is no fame with writing, there is no success,
that only comes in death.
My opinion people......
For certain he hath seen all perfectness
Who among other ladies hath seen mine:
They that go with her humbly should combine
To thank their God for such peculiar grace.
So perfect is the beauty of her face
That is begets in no wise any sigh
Of envy, but draws round her a clear line
Of love, and blessed faith, and gentleness.
Merely the sight of her makes all things bow:
Not she herself alone is holier
Than all; but hers, through her, are raised above.
From all her acts such lovely graces flow
That truly one may never think of her
Without a passion of exceeding love.
The lonely
That's what I am
That's who I am
That's what we are
Dead
Well
That's what they said
If you feel shy,
Come into my
dreamful sky,
Why do you feel shy, why?

If you feel love,
Come into my
thirsty heart,
Why do you feel love, why?

If you feel emotions,
Come into play
with me tonight,
Why do you feel emotions, why?

If you feel alone,
Come into my
flowerbed room,
Why do you feel alone, why?

If you feel bored,
Come into my
cheerful parlor,
Why do you feel bored, why?

If you feel worried,
Come into my
fearless world,
Why do you feel worried, why?

If you feel tired,
Come into my
powerful arms,
Why do you feel tired, why?

If you feel homeless,
Come into my
amiable house,
Why do you feel homeless, why?

If you feel hurt,
Come into my
motivational place,
Why do you feel hurt, why?

Truly, if you feel me
then will you come into my
lovely and happy life!
Why do you feel me a lot, why?
shake shake shake

spritz spritz

a mosquito falls to the floor
I pear down and see its little legs trembing, shaking in death
they twitch in a frenzy
i am sad of what i have done but i know that it is better than being bitten
so above all their is beautie
in death
but do not get used to the daeth
or else you will enjoy kiling so be safe with your use of kemikals such as spritz
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I still remember the first day I met You
your tanned skin
with more melanin as a response to the destruction of your DNA by UV radiation

it was very sensual

the first day i met you
you were wearing sky high heels
6 inch stilettos
causing ingrown toenails and tendonitis and weakening the fat pad on the bottom of your foot

you looked gorgeois

the first day i met you
you were wearing beautiful black eyeliner
you bought it for a dollar at the 99 cents store and it contained harmful ingredients
the next day i saw you your eye was the size of a glob of clove powder
it was shocking

but all this is why were are in Love
never will i forget you baby
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last night i dreamed of you
over the moon with happiness
viewing your beautiful hair
egregiously falling in curls

i love you so much baby
so much more than you could ever imagine

love is life
i know this for a fact
finding love in the strangest places
eggs remind me of you
acrostic poem
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I should change the light
before it goes out
it flickers now and then
as though surviving a fight
for its simple purposed life
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