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Breathe! The quiet ambient sombers of an extraordinary life element that never misses a beat. Relax and void registry of thought.  Bask in the glow of cherry, like a warm bath after years of war. Relieve the soul of entrapment, let the feet lead to peaceful endeavor. Places of concrete will never tear down life in a ****** breeze
 Jul 2015 JenlovabaU
BG
Superhero
 Jul 2015 JenlovabaU
BG
It comes without warning;
you can't choose whether
or not it happens to you.
It's a calling.
The act of someone needing you,
not someone else,
but you.
You are the hero they need
to save them,
before there's nothing left to save.
You stay up late trying to find ways to become this hero.
You and the caller talk as long as the caller wants.
While this might not be the ideal situation for the hero,
they do it anyways in order
to make sure the caller doesn't end.
The hero swoops in at every situation they can,
trying to convince the caller;
trying to say how much they're needed.
Many times,
they succeed.
The caller decides they want to see another day.
They want to stay strong.
That gives the hero relief,
and only pushes them to try harder.
But,
there always seems to be one final time
when the hero's too late.
This is the time where it's not only the caller's end,
but the hero's, too.
The hero hits zero;
the hero doesn't want to continue
when they know how they
could've prevented this.
And that's when the cycle restarts-
the only difference being the hero
is now the caller.
The new hero,
on the other hand,
unknowingly waits for the call;
the call that could save a hero's life.
Before you fall in love with me
You should know I won't love you back
You'll spend every hour of everyday loving me and I won't return it
I'll kiss deeply and roughly and even ******* like never before
But love will not be found
For I have been broken by men
My love has been stolen from me
Please know it will never be found
Confession
The tall tree looked as it was burdened
with a secret, I walked under the tree looked
up and saw ten thousand black, shining crows.
When I took the camera out of   my pocket
to take a picture they flew up.
On the blue, early sky looked as a black cloud
going east getting bigger and menacing.
A tried to take a photo of the cloud but the sun
was in my eyes. A ripple of a shudder across
the landscape, but the tree looked free as one
coming out of a confession cubicle.
 Jul 2015 JenlovabaU
David Hall
if you wake every morning
and do nothing to make your life better
it will not get any better
if you wake every morning
and do something to make your life better
then surely no matter
how bad life might seem right now

it will get better
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