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 Aug 2015 paper boats
Manu M
Words
 Aug 2015 paper boats
Manu M
Sometimes when you read a verse
The words hit your soul hard
They make you wonder all night
“How can someone fabricate such a piece of art?”

The feeling each syllable holds
Gets carved into your heart
Words inspiring you to weave some of your own
Which might cause the ordinary populace to feel your warmth

With excitement flooding
You pick the quill only to wonder
Would your quill succeed in
Re-creating the magic
You recently witnessed?

You drop the quill
Not because of self-doubt
But because you just know
That some magic tricks only belong
With svelte magicians
And sometimes you yield sweet joy
In being touched by others
Just witnessing greatness…
 Aug 2015 paper boats
L
10w
 Aug 2015 paper boats
L
10w
It was so real.
Do you remember?
Don't you see?
**
Leigh
 Aug 2015 paper boats
K G
Pull away
 Aug 2015 paper boats
K G
Honestly i really don't wanna go
I really want is some gratitude
For helping you all those years
I'm attracted to your mind
So i attracted you alone into the cinema
Jenna...
These nightmares kept you on your feet
Which didn't keep you out of trouble
You slipped on your back
Would you like
If we took a trip
Too many times we went back
I changed my mind
Tried to call you
The only one
You didn't pick up
In the days that are gone
That I loved was you
Hundreds of messages
You didn't come over
To help me out
You ignored me
The moment you hid
I sat to think
Tried to find vitta
But i took the wrong turn
And now you see me three years on
A bitter lonely man
How did the dreams of yesterday
Run through my hand like sand
I've read that when you meet your true soulmate
There will be no butterflies.
No nerves,
No deep, burning blush.
But a simple
CLICK.

Some say that click is the soul recognizing its mate.
I finally had my "click" moment.

There were no nauseating nerves.
No butterflies bashing around bewildered in my gut.

The longer we talked,
The deeper the conversation,
The more relaxed I became.

Then there was another click.
The collected realization of events and heartache
That led me to this person.

How if one thing had changed-- Butterfly effect--
I would never have met my twin soul.

So I choose from here forward
To accept all that life brings onto my path.
It's leading me directly were I'm supposed to be.
I feel utterly insane!!! I am in love with someone I scarcely know. It hasn't even been two months, but every day just gets better. They show me the bad parts of them and accept mine in return. It's strange that I feel so comfortable with them and haven't once felt underappreciated or not cared for. Here's hoping this is where my path in love has been taking me all these years.
I grew up without a father,
Yes when my mother remarried I gained a best friend but I never had someone I could trust and call daddy

I felt like you were disgusted by me,
Like everything you hated was all in one person

I used to cry myself to sleep, Thinking what did my sisters have that I didn't that made them deserve your love and not me
And now I realize you don't hate me because of who I’ve become
You hate me because of how I came to be.

Bonding secrets that finally have shown through

You are not my real father,
My mother couldn’t close her ******* legs
My blood boils under my skin coursing through my veins like how the abandonment runs through my heart

I get silence from your end and to many messages from his,
He says he wants to get to know me..
What am I suppose to say?

That I experiment with drugs like I’m a scientist,

or that I have the impulse to search over other bodies as if I was a coroner, rubbing against men and women to fill the void that you are not who I thought you were

Do I tell him how I’m bubbly and loud on the outside to hide the fact that I’m slowly killing myself on the inside
Or that I talk way to fast when Im nervous

But then again you don’t even know those things
You don't know my favorite book or even the color of my hair

This man has shown me more love in the past two weeks I’ve known him, Then you have in 16 years

When you found out you made a promise that I was your baby girl,
That you loved me whether I was your child or not
You kept that promise for 11 years
and then you strung me along with a call here and a visit there
I haven’t spoken to you in 4 months, and haven’t seen you in over a year
I always wondered if something was wrong with me,
you kicked him out of the picture and than you voluntarily walked out

Up to 55 percent of American teenagers live in broken homes
And because of your stupidity i’m part of the 55 percent
 May 2015 paper boats
Santiago
https://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=6nxAImQabx8

Trying To **** Me,
Secret Societies,
Corrupt Organizations,
Private Operations,
Rapid Fire Ammunition,
Sharp Precision,
Red ****** Vision,
My Final Decision

LOS ANGELES, my city is under attack
CALLS FOR RETALIATION, shoot back
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