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 Dec 2014 The Quiet Poet
Archita
I put my love in the letters I sent you.
The words, they are not shallow.
But, just don't look too deep into them
For you might drown.

Don’t try to read between the lines
For you may get trapped
Stuck between the metaphors
Dancing in those threads

Look at them  
But look passionately
With those big, starry eyes
Look at them
And know, they are the windows to my heart.

Look at them
And reach for the stars.
The sky lit up
I’ll be smiling and all.
Lonely the night will get,
The letters will be on guard.

Keep those letters forever,
And know, they are the windows to my heart.
there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.
i needed her
                                                             ­               
                                                                ­             so i bought her...

she was so beautiful, so moist
                                                           ­                
                                                ­                             but i ground her up...

if the police found her i be thrown in jail
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             so i rolled her up...

but i loved her a i couldnt leave her like that
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             so i burned her...

how could i let the smoke of her go to waste
                                                           ­                 
                                               ­                              so i inhaled...

i loved her so much
                                                            ­                
                                                                ­             my *****...
she was da best ***** i evar smoked... may she rest in smoke
I fall in love with places
the way that some people fall in love with human beings.
 Dec 2014 The Quiet Poet
lulu
i have hands but i don't see them.*  

i don't see them doing something different.
i don't see them creating magnificent pieces.
i don't see them writing for a greater cause.

all i see
is what they *destroy
.
i see *the hearts they break
,
the egos they shatter,
the minds they shake,
and the souls they crush.

i have feet, but it doesn't seem like it.

i don't feel my feet marching for a better world.
i don't feel my feet going to places it should.
i don't feel my feet running from the negativity of this place.

the times i do see them,
they're walking to the pits of fire
they're running in a maze
they're falling to the pavement.
12/1/14
Don't love
It's a lie
The world uses it to trap you
And give you a false hope
Don't let it take you over
I happen to find flaws beautiful
to all of you people who feel worthless because of their imperfections
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