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 Sep 2014 Emma
Patrick Sugarr
To move on
  I know
I must
but
I'm stuck
in this
illusion
called
us


¤
inspired by a song i heard.
--
the notion of moving on tho there has never been an "us."
silly, right?
-_-
 Sep 2014 Emma
Random Beauty
For attractive lips, speak words of kindness.

For lovely eyes, seek out the good in people.

For a slim figure, share your food with the hungry.

For beautiful hair, let a child run his or her fingers through it once a day.

For poise, walk with the knowledge that you never walk alone.
People, even more than things, have to be restored, renewed, revived, reclaimed and redeemed; never throw out anyone.

Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you'll find one at the end of each of your arms.

As you grow older, you will discover that you have two hands, one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman is not in a ****** mole, but the true beauty in a woman is reflected in her soul. It is the caring that she lovingly gives, the passion that she shows, and the beauty of a woman with passing years only grows!
This poem was written by the late American educator-humorist Sam Levinson for his grandchild. It also happened to be one of Audrey Hepburn's favorite poems. She used it on occasion when she was asked for beauty tips.
 Sep 2014 Emma
skyyy
touch me
 Sep 2014 Emma
skyyy
I can still feel your
finger tips under my skin
sometimes I wish I never let you in
 Sep 2014 Emma
imadeitallup
I don't expect you to understand
Why I recoil when
You extend your arms and hands
Why I brace for impact
Within the trajectory of your touch
It is warm,
and I am cold.
It is wind,
and I am stone.
IF YOU STEAL THIS POEM, OR ANY OTHER POEMS OF MINE. I WILL FIND YOU, AND I WILL COME AFTER YOU LEGALLY. I AM SOOO SICK OF SEEING THIS POEM ALL OVER THE INTERNET WITH SOMEONE ELSE'S NAME UNDER IT. I DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW YOU CAN LIVE WITH YOURSELVES. STEALING OTHERS WORK AND CLAIMING IT AS YOUR OWN. BUT ALL OF THESE ARE COPYRIGHTED SONGS. SO YOU BETTER HOPE I DON'T CATCH YOU. P.S. THANKS TO ALL OF THE PEOPLE FINDING AND TELLING ME ABOUT THESE FAKES. I APPRECIATE THE LOYALTY. :)
 Jul 2014 Emma
L
Light of...
 Jul 2014 Emma
L
"You seem happier.
You're practically glowing with happiness."

"Am I?"

"Aren't you?"

You've always asked me
wraparound questions,
turning them back against me.
I'm never sure how to respond to them and once I have,
I never know if it's  sufficient.
But this one didn't faze me --
I suppose I *am
glowing with happiness.
I've found love in the shadows of life.
Having her is something I will forever thank God for.
It's... mystifying.
Me,
a person incapable of opening my heart with ease,
has taken a hammer
and shattered it wide open.
Oh, I'm glad I did.
She's made a home there.
She's opened up the dusty curtains that covered the windows.
She's let the light of
hope
shine through.

I'm glad you've noticed.
It would've been odd for me to just say,
"I love her so much."
But I didn't have to.
You saw it.

And to think I used to call you 'oblivious'.
Hello :)
How're you all?

**
Leigh
 Jul 2014 Emma
Carla Michelle
So what if
I liked the sensation of your
bare skin?
Along with the lingering
charisma you leave on
my lips?
And what if
I found your briefs
with a scent of
infidelity and lavender
on the bedside table?
**Now, what if
I murmured
"I still love you."
and under your boiling skin
you smelt
the truth run itself out of my
shower drain?
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