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shh! not one word
she says

these last few days
on the silent ride
we've loved more.
love is ever so hard
to  express in words
there's beauty in silence
except when
it echoes a void.
 Dec 2014 Margrethe H K
Joe Cole
Yeah sure I was a fool
Yeah sure I failed in school
But what the ****
The state owes me
So why should I fight to find a job
When the state pays me to be a slob
Suckers like you can pay the bill
While I smoke crack and sell some ****
I live in a welfare state
Coin the money and don't give a ****
Oh, Oh at education I wasn't good
But don't ******* me about what I need
A pump of ****** is proper food
You failed me in my time of need
Now the needles bite gives me the feed
Of slow death flowing through my veins
And at thirty I said my last goodbyes
I
am envious
of everything that
felt your touch today.
True story                                       <3
 Nov 2014 Margrethe H K
Archita
Even if I fall short of words, I will not fall short of music.
Today, I will dance.  
I will let my soul stumble in the dark.
And the beautiful piece that plays will be from my broken heart.
If it starts to rain tonight,
I will let my body drench in the music that follows.
Today, i will dance.

I will let my eyes give away what my heart has been hiding.
The sorrows, the pains and the madness.
Today, I will open doors
And while my feet barely touch the ground beneath,
I will let my soul find peace.  
Today, I silence the chaos within.

And if the angels may forget me today,
I will let the demons play the songs to my soul.
I will dance to the sounds of the silence in the night that will not perish with the morning sun.
Today, I will trick nature.  


And if the music should consume me today, I will want to be the nothingness forever.
Today, I will fill the void that wrecks my poor heart.
*Today, I will dance.
 Nov 2014 Margrethe H K
Archita
I wanted to laugh.
You took away the giggles.

I wanted to fly.
You held me by my wings.

I wanted to read.
You took away my coffee.

I wanted to sing.
You took away the notes.

I wanted to write.
You burned my paper.

I wanted to leave.
*The diamond shone on my dead finger.
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