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Hate doesn't need a reason
Only an excuse
And is hard to reign in
Once it is loose

It hurts the hater
Much more than the hated
And will certainly destroy
If it is not abated

It starts out
As such a small seed
But grows very fast
And spreads like a ****

It is a cancer
Pure poison in the soul
Leaving you with only regret
For the joy it stole

It doesn't have to be fatal
There is certainly a cure
But it's deadly if untreated
Of that you can be sure.
 May 2015 Kaitlyn A Warnken
Abs
You are the ground when its cold, you are what i've given but never told.
You are sleep on the floor, you are tears drowning for more.
You are strength when its gone, you are what I feel at dawn.
You are still when she moves, you are the one who she soothes.
You are the water as I bathe, you are not able to save.
You are beautiful when you die, you are the biggest, heaviest lie.
You are why I'm so torn up, you are never ending wine in my cup.
I love it when it rains.
I love the thought that even the sky
has to cry itself dry.
I love the notion
that our roof
of clouds and sunshine
has to let go of all of the commotion
of being bulletproof
sometimes, too.

I love that after this release,
everything feels and loooks and smells brand new.

Sometimes we've all gotta do that too.
shake a broom
at the sky
then make
the ocean
watch

-

have a kid
in the next

life

-

to a highly
visible
other

become

attached

-

marry
and ruin
sight
unseen
Jag drogs tillbaka
men bara för en kort stund
Jag såg dina ögon
men bara för en sekund
swedish poem by me
I want to take breaths,
so peaceful,
a single feather,
will float up and down from my lips,
and silence will be as common as oxygen,
and you will only hear me inhale,
and exhale,

like it was when I took my first drag,
I took it,
as a loud world went quiet,
and all focus went on your hand,
you forgot about the simple things,
simple things that really where so uncontrolled,
you just forgot,

and with a clear head,
you take the most peaceful breaths,
as your smoke,
acts as a feather,
and floats,
What it felt like the first time I smoked.
I've always imagined
The Perfect Woman for me,
Fixated and Craved her,
Until She Manifest
In my dreams
And in my private thoughts
When I'm not asleep,
The embodiment of my preference,
Sweet, Feisty, Classy,
Above Average far from it
Beyond Basic,
Free Leader, Free Thinker,
Can Cook like my Mother,
*** like an Adult Film Star
And Hustle like Me and My Brothers,
Earth's definition of To Be Different
Is Her definition of To Be Normal
Which is the turn on to my light bulb,
She illuminates my scenery,
So where do you find such
An outrageous, curvaceous, ostentatious
Specimen as this,
My world seems like it will never know
The Grace of Her' Presence,
As I walk strong On this Glory Road,
I relentlessly pursue
The girl that stands tall on the standards
I have built up in my mind,
My Uncle always told me
"In Do Time",
When you know You'll know
Patience helps you Grow
Some Fables are Derived from some Truths . So fantasy can become Reality if you will it to . Any woman can become your dream girl .
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