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 Mar 2015 blythe
devante moore
You will forget to remember me
But you will remember to forget me
I will be a distant memory you don't have
You would've forgotten all the times I made you laugh
The times I made you blush
The caged butterflies in your stomach have flown away
I would be a piece of paper you crumbed up an tossed out  
Letters torn in half stained velvet red from your tears
When I'm gone another will be there
To help you forget about me walking away
All the carnage I've cause
would be whipped away by the other
Taming your sadness
Making you smile again
My voice would only be water vapor in the air
The time we spent would be erased
When I'm gone I know you'll rejoice
You'll finally be free
From the thought of me
 Mar 2015 blythe
Amitav Radiance
Let your mind settle down
Eliminate the noises and distractions
Listen carefully to the voice within
Deluged in the cacophony for long
Awaken the soul from deep slumber
 Mar 2015 blythe
Seán Mac Falls
Sun sings in morning  .  .  .
Music of light starts each day,
  .  .  .  Song birds joining in.
 Mar 2015 blythe
Nessa dieR
Time heals all wounds, they say,-- but -- heartbreak --I--s a wound deeper than most. What if that was the first thing she has ever --lo--st? They said she was too nai--ve,-- too young.  And it hurts knowing they were --d--ead wrong. It hurts her knowing it ended real bad. It hurts trying to understand. She remembers the lips she once had tasted, and she remembers t --h--e     t--im--e... all of it wasted. She remembers the passion, the love, the way time would fly. And now all that's left is hatred, the blood, a final good-bye
But I loved Him
 Mar 2015 blythe
Riot
scenery
 Mar 2015 blythe
Riot
I am a scenery
to be looked at from afar

when you're on a balcony looking out to new york
your eyes immediatly go to the buldings with the pretty lights
not even thinking about whats within them
and you're last glance is to the darkest spots
but if you looked at them closer you'd realize they count the most

and no matter how far to the edge you will be
you'll never be close enough to really look at me

you will never see the inside of my buildings
nor walk the dark spots in the depths of my mind
there was a time when i could call myself beautiful

*just look at all the pretty lights
the billboard saying "be who you wanna be"
but even if you're at the edge of your seats
you'll never get close enough to a scenery
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