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Typing doesn't bring you back
why?

Why
my
words
became
bland white spaces:
symbiotic thick black ink
evaporeted; symbols extinguished
by my horrid hope lost.
Hands are wings
of
hope.

Hope - I - too
can capture your smile
alive one-day.

Words drift
me - by myself
cadence
you - by yourself
alone
Each-one of us- a Poet
Intertwined
Please. . .
Embrace my love,
don't mix my mind!
Why do you hide behind your made-up chaos?
Fractals have a strange mystic impact
on chaotic pulse within
nlp beats & heart
growing
green-greeneeshee
greenee-shy Grin
songs of glasses
Tambourine.

Whipped white cream
in the year of a woolen lambs -
and I am not marry.
Yet,
I stand like an Isle
unyielding, connected to my
stubborn roots.

Dignified is the highest
peak of a mountain.
Riding the clouds up there, you should see me
screaming, my love to You whirled away. . .

Barren land, wiped by the wild winds.
rattling raindrops, ruby tears.
Are you just an illusion?
Are you a dream to be:
Purple bushes breath.
Red bushes breathe.
Unroot them! Not!
Vine of my heart gone.

Tiny book in my palms -
pages, passages
of love found
as a promise,
My soul is moved.

Picturesque poetry,
miniature
beauty.
The World
loved again.
sea, pisces, sand
**Peaceful, Safe land.
love land
~
Imagined by
Impeccable space
Poetic beauty
~
~
love as purest love
is as white as flight of dove
over land of dreams
~
dove is a symbol of love,
peace, pure heart,
innocence
~
Imagined by
Impeccable Space
Poetic beauty
~
 Jan 2015 Kevin
Olivia Greene
I like getting high and acting over adventuresome with my friends.
I like walking to class the morning after, ready to learn something ******* mind blowing.
I like dressing in black see-through clothing and then dressing well for that all-too-important first date.
I like getting drunk and making out with someone I  may or may not care about but then walking home with the ones I truly love when it's all said and done.
Being alone, reading and writing, or pulsing to a drumbeat from our favorite bands... All of it. That is what I like.
Because I'm 18, I don't owe you ****, but I owe **** to myself. And I won't let that change.
 Jan 2015 Kevin
Lilly Gibbons
Who would have thought? Well nobody really.
Who would have cared? No one but you.
Did someone try? Yes, quite clearly.
Where are they now? Further than you.
Why don't you bother? Been done before.
What's the use in trying? Can't give anymore.
Are you reaching hard enough? Not sure what you mean.
Have your hopes wavered much? *Yes and all of my dreams.
 Jan 2015 Kevin
Rianna
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 Jan 2015 Kevin
Rianna
°°°
You asked me once,
“Will you write about me
if I break your heart one day?”

*I thought you were joking.
"If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die."
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