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I still love you.
Said the girl, as she cries herself to sleep.
I still love you .
Said the girl, as her heart disintegrates.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who looks oh so weak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, who will always sit and wait.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she began to cut her wrists,
I still love you.
Said the girl, who's sadness can't be missed.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as her tears roles down her cheek.
I still love you.
Said the girl, colour in her face is bleak.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she gained her angel wings.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she met our only king.
I still love you.
Said the girl, as she looks down on your face.
I still love you.
Said the girl, every minute, every day, every place.
Ever wonder
What happens
When
A demon loves an angel?

They long to be
Next to them
Staying safe
Calm
Wishing and hoping
Their chaotic nature
Would subside

They feel like pawns
In a big chess match
Between good and evil
They cling to each other
Hoping for an end
Where they can be happy
But the cycle horrifically
Continues

A demon wins
An angel dies
And the demon cries
For evil won this round

So where
Does this game leave us
We are seen as a prize
Some to good
Some to bad

But one thing for sure
We arnt the only ones
Who suffer this fate
This is what happens
When Demons Love Angels.
We all think we're different,
But we are all just the same.
Okay we might all seem unique,
And we nearly all have different names.
But when you get down to basics,
Our needs are all the same.
It's like we are the pieces
Of one giant eternal game.
There are some who are never happy
And go in search of fortune and fame,
And those of us who are quite content
Without needing to further our aims.
Yes some of us think we are different,
But we all of us are just the same.
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Cartwright
Though miles may lie between us, we're never far apart,
for relationship doesn't count the miles;
it's measured by the heart.

“Don't measure the distance;
measure my love."

We are the perfect couple;
we're just not in the perfect situation.


I can’t wait for it to come to reality.  
I wish that you were here or that I were there,
or that we were together anywhere.

   Miles away and you are still right here, in my heart and mind;
Here in my heart, that’s where you’ll be;
you’ll be with me, here in my heart.

                                          


                  ­No distance can keep us apart, long as you’re here in my heart.

Copyright: Rose Dennis Rodriguez: 03-03-2011
We’re all looking to do something real
And the words, you’ve got time
Are the biggest lie ever uttered out of the human mouth
What that really means is that we don’t know what to tell you, we can’t, first of all, the realness is too personal, everyone has their own version of what is real, time and space are relative to the observer after all, Einstein proved that, but only if all natural laws hold constant, and theoretically those probably break down somewhere after the age of 22,
No, you haven’t got time, time is an illusion, just like the trophy award ceremony where everyone wins and gets patted on the back for trying,
No, stop telling us we’ve got time, we’ve got time to flail in the wind, we’ve got time to do work, but finding the realness is beyond time, it’s the kernel stuck in the teeth of our soul, we need to water this kernel, and philosophically, everything we do may be watering this kernel, but in practicality, it feels like we’ve been going nowhere with all this time we’ve got, stop telling us we’ve got time and tell us to travel, to explore, to roam and push our consciousness to the brinks of the universe, tell us to be unafraid, not of the fact that there is still this thing called time ticking away minutes before we die, but tell us to be unafraid of what we might find when we come face to face with the realness, tell us to be uncompromising in our search, tell us to stay away from any who would tie us to the ground and care about anything other than the realness
Because we’ve all got time, until we don’t, then what are you going to say to reassure the disaffected grown youth? Sorry, but you had time, and now you don’t, we can’t coddle you anymore with stories about time and how not to worry about it, time to join the ranks of the real world. Make some money, stop wasting time.
 Mar 2014 Red Bergan
Coolka
I never felt this way
I never wanted to feel this way
I never wanted to try it
I feel so left alone and shattered
I never missed someone this much
It hurts alot
Its so sad how i miss someone that wont even think of me
That cynical sense of humor
That sarcastic disposition
Yet, a certain sadness infects
The "I don't give a ****" attitude
Are you reading me yet?
There's something ironic
Something insane
About how someone who is that insecure
Could be so ridiculously vain.
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