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Drop the R
Reduce rotation
Ravage rampant, roaring nation
Render, rant and recollect
Rediscover, reconnect
Relish rage, rebuke religion
Go outside and kiss a pigeon
Crave, caress, address, remember
Tease the thrill with tender temper
Truth be told, free faith be followed
Warmish waffles weanly wallowed.

Broke my tongue just reading this
Frankly, go outside and kiss.

October 2013
Un livre à lire.
Des gens rencontrés.
Une femme à aimer.
La vie plus belle qu'la notre…

Une mort à tromper.
Un chemin à courir.
Un amour à livrer…
Tous les sens à traduire.

Toutes les lettres à brouiller.
Tous les anges à connaître.
Toutes les âmes à sauver.
Et après – disparaître…

21-10-2010
I like the way you twist your hair around your finger.
I don't think you realize you're doing it until someone points it out.
Like the way I bite my lips.

I never break a bad habit.
It just morphs into something else.
I started biting my lips
after I stopped biting my nails.

Your habit is a lot more charming than mine.
People often think I'm chewing on something.
Maybe I ought to go along with it.

Sometimes you twist me around your finger.
And I have to wonder if you realize you're doing it.

*I wonder what my next bad habit will be.
 Nov 2013 naomivdwoodsen
Tara M
Tell me, where is my place?
I know it’s not here.
Where worries, doubts and insecurities do nothing but tie me down.
My place is in these lonesome constellations, deep in the universe so dear.
It’s like they call my name,
Saying: “Please, come join us.”
And the thing is; I want to.
I’ll do anything to get to my place,
There, in those lonesome constellations.
You made me so sad
But no one else was there
I hated you more than life itself
But no one else even cared
The pain you caused me was not your fault
But no one else would help me stop
All the time you knew my plight
But no one even stopped to talk
Never considering saying goodbye
But no one else could change my heart
You clung to me but never thought of how it was making me die.
For no one else will ever have, my beating, bleeding, breaking heart.
“Lonesome Soul”

I cannot read
I cannot write

I do not see
So i do not fight

The dark is light
And my wrong is right

When can i fly
Or when will I die

When stars do fall
Perish will we all

Shadows run and hide
As the sun does rise

Now let me be
As you may see

The scars and lies
With the endless skies

For you will fade
As I lay in this bed i made
Her eyes are sapphires of blue
To my eyes they act like glue
Her brunette hair is soft to the touch
Down to the last freckle I love her so much

How I could never find the words to say
Whatever it would take to make her stay
She will never know how to her I felt
Or how her smile made my heart melt

In my dreams I’m her every thing
I make her smile, laugh and sing
She’s my angel whose heart is my haven
How I wish that I weren't so craven
Then when my dreams awake I hit the floor
Reality makes me want to live no more

I love her; I love her down to the last strand of hair
To the last freckle and more than my last taste of air
I want her to be mine and hold her to my heart
Have her want for nothing and be my pastry ****
Yet my love will remain unspoken for the words I left unsaid
How I wish I could have said ‘Grace I love you!’
Better for it to remain unsaid like a forgotten notion
Not sullied by reality which would **** my lasting emotion
I feel it come upon me
The tightening of my chest
How it ceases to rise and fall
As I slowly remember thing that needs to be forgotten

But your memory clings tight to my spine
Chilling me to the bone
My skin reacting to the ghost of your fingers indent
The feeling of your lips on my neck, my ears, my lips
Worst of all your body calling out to mine to be closer

And then slowly again I can breath
It takes awhile but I shove the memories back down where they can suffer again in the dark
As my hair grows long
And my pains grow short
I've learnt along the way
I'm not the one to blame

Neither are you or anyone else

Missing each other
Won't fix a thing
Holding other hands
Won't make us sick

It was about time
Our time to fell apart
Yours to become a man
Mine to find who I am

So there's no one to forgive
And no one to forget
Because of all the things I did
I have no regrets.
 Nov 2013 naomivdwoodsen
Hayley
I always wondered why it was so difficult to write about you
And that’s when I realized how empty I became when you
left.



hmc
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