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 Aug 2014 paper boats
Jonny Angel
Your sweet fragrance uncoils around me
like a hooded cobra,
jolting my senses
& it reminds me of your own.
Yours blew me away,
& I am lost in the smell
of your delicious musk,
titillating my taste buds,
I'm still thirsting.
She's in love,
In love with the thought
The thought of him
Him, being her first.
 Aug 2014 paper boats
NinaMarie
I've done things, I wish I could undo

I've regretted them, and this is very true

But what is a lie

Is that if I were to die

I'd cast myself away

And regret who I am, on my dying day



There have been mistakes I've made

And debts I've paid

But I wouldn't want to live

If there was no gift to give

I wouldn't want to stay

I'd wish to go, on my dying day



I've had frowns and smiles

I've travelled millions of miles

I've been all the places I've wished to be

I've seen all the things I've wished to see

So when I know it's time, I'll be okay

I'll be satisfied, on my dying day
 Aug 2014 paper boats
JWolfeB
There is a small village, tucked under the arctic circle, in this village I met lonely. He was a stand up guy.

His shoulders,broad and spread apart. Ready to lift broken spirits and alcohol bottles. This man gave my heart a chance to truly palpitate. To rhythmically shock my ribs with a frequency unheard by the human ear.

This mans eyes, were deep. Swirling ideas of not coming back and don't pick up the phone. A land far way laid behind that iris. One where family was unknown and friends were ever changing.

His smile, crooked. Bent between the weight of the sky. Melted from the suns happiness.


We talked, for a while. He convinced me I was better than that. He told me that I didn't need anything more than my heart and mind to discover freedom.

From that moment, I could breathe. And when I started breathing, I started living. From this point on will be history.
The winds pick up
blowing through the evergreens,
reminding me of low notes of Cello.
Owls seek shelter as dawn breaks
and tints the feather-like clouds
with all manner of colour.
A breezy morning...
A new day.


*Тадеус
© Тадеус 8-28-2014 9:55pm
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We are the Dupids,
The two of us,
We search for love,
Then crumple it up.

Instead of love arrows,
We shoot poison darts,
We crush their souls,
And rip them apart.

The sight of two, 
disgusts us to death,
Then when we have run out of darts,
We are in total debt.

We don't love, 
We aim to hate,
We don't care if we go to hell
We will face our fate.

Those stupid hormones,
We'd **** them if we could,
We hate their stupid love stuff,
We would rip it, yes we would.

But unfortunately for me,
I have been struck by Cupid,
I'm falling hard,
I am no more a Dupid.
Born divergent.
Live with different emotions,
Understand things not to be understood.

That's us. 

We enter a world full of obstacles,
Learn to get past a few,
But then we are met with more.

Children.

We fall over,
But get back up.
We laugh and dance,
No one cares.

We age,
More tears are shed,
Broken rules.
Don't care.
That's us.

Teens.

The Pressure is on,
Our dainty shoulders.
We shake and stumble,
We are broken.

We age even more,
Work becomes a priority.
Your love life is nothing,
It isn't a choice anymore.

You put down your pen,
Think back to when,
Imagination was the life,
Free to do as please.

A new life.

Our mind wanders,
To a new lover,
We think otherwise,
And smile.

They scream and shout,
Hurt us inside.
We can't do anything,
But cry.

We fail our education,
Our  life,
Our parents,
We got nothing left.

We try again,
Nearly succeed,
But that's enough,
To keep us happy.

To start again,
Finding what we need,
A person to love,
And soon a family.

An adult.

Our dream,
Head in the clouds,
Not thinking straight,
And lose them.

We try again,
Finding the right one,
Failing and finally,
Winning them.

Drunk from hard work,
You stumble home,
Fall down your couch,
And think back.

Is it supposed to be like this?
Is it supposed to be hard?
Is it just me,
Or is it everyone?

Is love supposed to be this?
Is the world supposed to be cruel?
Can I get a better life,
Or is this it?

Thinking, hurting,
crying, laughing
and eventually,
you think.

This is it.
Appreciate it.
Adore it.
Because,

C'est La Vie.
That's Life
I wanted to fall asleep immediately
So I could hold on to the sound of your voice
Float on its timbre
And let your english envelop me like a foreign language

This aberrant dialect.

Every letter wrapping me in its cursive like a warm blanket as I try to commit these strange sounds to memory, because a sentence has NEVER made my face soo flush
OR made me feel the way my soul feels barefoot center stage.

That last breath before blackout.
The feeling in my chest as the curtains rise...

Honest
Childish
Your word choice

I wanted to fall asleep immediately when we got off the phone so I wouldnt miss that flight to you in my dreams!
Where the night doesn't end...

I hadn't taken off my earrings
Or my necklace or my glasses
I hadn't tied my hair
Or brushed my teeth

I didnt say my prayers!! I, I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could pretend that you were
THERE.
Ya know?

Holding me at heart-beat's length
Telling me to keep talking cause
my voice is so mellifluous.
my silly rambling is a lullaby.

Sweet, melodic
Pleasant, soothing
Too much of a good thing

I wanted to fall asleep immediately so I could land on our conversing and allow the reverberating echo of my collision to torment every
Stage.
Of.
REM.
A reflection of him
And me. And time. Delayed gratification.
The ever-waaaaning night!
Tomorrow
but a slow
creep...
sigh
I wanted to fall asleep immediately
'Lest this moment
forgo my keep.

3.18am 7.25.14
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