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  Apr 2015 Kody dibble
Kayden Fittini
We've been down this road again and again.
Dreaming with cold sweats, the pain is driving me insane.
My words have filtered the essence of authenticity.
This road has so many twists it appears so tricky.
Let me ease the sorrow by tomorrow.
By re-leaving all the stress.
No more trying to shine or to impress.
I do not know how to let these words out.
Can we please share dialogue, darling please don't shout.
Just hear my actions, and allow them to move your core.
Wearing a darkly tedious coat, our love is now bore.
Oh wait, do you believe all people should get another chance.
We've all been there and done that, trying to balance within the same stance.
It doesn't mean anything anymore.
I'm slowly loosing the one and only.
She looks at me now with empty eyes.
I look up on this evening.
Tonight revealed how the sky has become starry.
To be enlisted as I repeated constantly through this eternal sorry.
  Apr 2015 Kody dibble
Chris
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Where is the curb line
when asphalt blurs the margins
and traffic spills out in reality
causing a rush hour jam
of my thoughts running
head on into the barricade
known as insanity
Thank you for reading
  Apr 2015 Kody dibble
Àŧùl
She is my special angel,
Smiling her eyes twinkle,
Should it get only brighter,
Shining better than any star,
Shall I not drown down them,
Smells so sweet the lovepotion,
So beautiful scent of sweetness.

The only gorgeous things for me,
Turn me on as I stare into these,
Truly magical the brown orbs,
Twinkling just as stars in sky,
Thinking so I yearn for her,
Turning this life for better,
To infinity our aim is set.
My HP Poem #840
©Atul Kaushal
Kody dibble Apr 2015
Gifts of isle,
Odd rarities, a clasp of corners,
Frugity,
Trapezoid,
Fluidly,
Agrown,
As a teething,
Jewel or treasure,
Soulfully bound,


Chase lights like oceans,
Ever against
The fascinating cylinder

Ready or not,
Here it is again,

Pictures of families,
Roses and daisys
Wi : Su
  Apr 2015 Kody dibble
A Watoot
She once said,
"I'm made of steel."
"I never get tired."
"I never cry."

But she did.
She got hurt, bent, and burned.

She stood up
Once again
This time, with a smile.

Because to tell you the truth
I'm made of diamond.
**Unbendable
Unbreakable.
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