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The mistake was building plans of sand,
not preparing for the wave that could destroy it all.
RM.
I've spent the past two years daydreaming about our future and in one second everything changes.
in two weeks he will know if he has to move to the other side of the country.
Just the though of being. What does it bring to your mind? What is it to be? Or is it even to be to really be? Can we be with just our physical existence? Or does being go deeper than that? Does being mean that we have to exist in more than just the physical realm? Does being mean we have to be part of somethig beyond our imaginations? Being part of a realm of reality that isn't imagined by our brains? Is being something that surpasses life and death? Being is the essence of existing. To be we must understand what it is to exist as what we are and not as who we are. To exist we must go beyond life and death and enter a realm that excceds time. A realm where we are exist as beings who do not live nor die but just exist. A realm where everything is real and non of the illusions that we see in our physical existence exists. That is to be with out words. Thats is to be with everything that we are and not with what we aren't. That is the existence of the essence of being an existing being.
Melted Words, Salted to Disappear*

salted to disappear,
not to taste,
aged love poems writ
before my eyes
drip drop from
bed to floor,
lightly screaming
no más no more

there is a raging quietude
in bed, in head,
without you
to write for,
without you,
write no more

for without
my audience
before my Queen,
I am uncommissioned,
dispurposed,
words not just blurred,
perishing,
lightly melting,

the colors of our conversation,
were the stuff of me,
magnetos of pinks
purple hues,
magenta
grooves
from which
spilled, flowed,
torrents des cris du cœur,
not color-blinded, blindsided,
words black on white, even worse
white on black look at this writ miserable and all stand

pronouncing

this is a lost man
who has lost his salt of the earth
Just Remember
No Matter How Sad You Are
That Tomorrow Maybe More Brighter
Than Today

*~Marian
Just A Random 15w Poem!!! :) ~~~~<3
Hope You Enjoy It!! ~~~<3
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