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 Oct 2016
Mysterious Aries
Wintry weather frosts me here
Thinking of her my lovely daffodil
Memories that long disappear
But it never left me still

One old September still fresh and new
When we both said "I love you"
Funny moment as cool as dew
Now the then one split in two

Looking back is funny fool inside
Smiling while storm ruled my very eyes
Little by little I've realized
That I need to roll the dice

I've asked the winter why oh why
Why such a lovely moment need to fly
But still in my heart, it never says goodbye
The story of my lovely daffodil and I


9/16/2016
Mysterious_aries
Instead of living to die,
Live to live*.
He will ask for a kiss,i will ask for your hand.
He will want a night with you, i will ask for your name change.
He will definitely offer gold, i will bring you deep love.
He will drive you home, i will park my car and walk you home.
He will love you in revealing clothes, i will love you even in your graduation ceremony gown.
He will want you Brazilian,American,Jamaican or Mexican but i will want you African.
Surely he will want you at night,i will want you before the sun hides.
He will change you,i will change your environment.
He will shout at you But i will whisper ''its okay '' when you do wrong.
I don't hate him it's just that i love the way you smile, talk, stand, walk, and when you just do nothing.So please believe me and give me your hand,I Will.
 Oct 2016
Candace Smith
I remember that day when I made a declaration to someone's mom who didn't really care
That day, when I stood proudly and said I'm moving to gold country
where dreams never sleep

with rolling hills, covered in golden grass as far as the eye can see
Where passion runs freely through the valleys, up the mountains and leaping off into the foggy sunsets

I'm moving to gold country where the weather is always perfect and life just seems easier somehow

Perfect

Such a strange word really, as I believe perfect doesn't actually exist

I moved to gold country where it never rains just sunshine and daydreams

Sometimes I miss the rain

The showers of perfection that seem to wash off all the things that hold me back
The pools of raindrops that house the wildest of childhood fantasies

I remember the times,  in the mostly forgotten past
Sitting on the front porch, rocking in chairs that only squeaked when we sang

That childhood of long ago that's only lost in the longing of playing in the puddles
too big for one little girl

I remember the times
where we sat quietly listening to the thunder in the distance just far enough to connect the dots and lead us through the clouds on the backs of dragons to where the magic is hidden deep within the greatness of the sky

Watching quietly
as the majestic clouds burst open with these tiny droplets of rain that seemed to form sheets of blue, grey and what true perfection really is

I remember the times
sitting on that porch, watching the storms and nothing else mattered

Lost in the sea of rain that seemed to open the sky to everything I've ever hoped for

Sometimes I miss the rain
inspired by a piece of spoken word by an amazing human Joel McKerrow
https://joelmckerrowandthemysteriousfew.bandcamp.com/track/waiting-for-the-storm-to-break
Words can't be touched,
But they can break a heart.
A word can comfort or distort.
Sweet talk isn't the best language but if you have to choose it over breaking someone,choose it.
The words we speak can inspire,shape or put one in despair.
All ears deserve to hear a nice word about them.
Everyone has the power of words in them.
Let's think before we can speak.
Speak life!
A poets sword is his or her word*.
Proverbs 27:17 -
As iron sharpens iron,
so one person sharpens another.
 Oct 2016
NvrMnd
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As the day starts full of love and hope
Sun shines so bright not to feel woe
Vibrant flowers tickle her sight
Saying everything will be alright

Sweet cold wind touches her lips
To make her smile and save from grief
‘Cause he knows how precious her kind
Even how much she demeans her divine

Priceless laughter that he hears seldom
Inviting everyone to sing the psalm
Just when the sun turned to blue
Her dazzling soul also gone its hue

Afraid he was when the sun goes down
Witnessing her painted happiness waning out
And all was left are waves of her feelings, surging,
Still stirring yet welcomed to forever reside in him.
I wrote this to describe each days I am hopeful to have a beautiful day ahead. There are times that were really, really great but at the end of the day as I would close my eyes to rest, pictures of that beautiful day flashes and slowly vanishes into nothingness and it makes me feel blue. I thought of my life as pointless so I search for more meaningful days. I hope and most of us hope to find more, we’re all struggling to seek… jump to one place to another then abandon the place we thought we’re not belong to… we hurt people also we hurt ourselves. Then I realized maybe I am making things complicated finding what’s can’t be found. Because every day, every person we meet, every moment is something to be grateful for, nothing more to seek. And God who we abandoned million times are always there waiting for us to come back and reside with him. I know I am not yet fully fit to be with someone so kind and good, even not sure if I deserve the greatest love but I am here trying my best to be.
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