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Your love is algebra
I can't find the formula
If I could find the right calculator,
I could define your euphoria.

Your love is geometry
I can't find the angles
If I could prove your theories,
It wouldn't be a shambles.

Your love is trigonometry
I can't figure it out
If I spent an entire notebook, perhaps
I'd still have doubts.

Your love is a mystery
Just as the greatest math
Although worth much,
Seems irrelevant to my path.
i am golden,
and i choose to dance
through this fire
even though the blazing heat
continues to scorch my skin.

each step i take
is more painful than the other
for my feet burn
as i walk
on this blistering crucible.

i am surrounded by
unbearable hotness;
my lungs are being filled
with soot,
but i will rejoice in my suffering
for i know
i am golden
and that i am being refined
through the flames.
we're all golden :-)
romans 8:18
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Mari-Elle
He fell in love with a walking hurricane
Putting a face to heartache as a name
She had a war going on inside her brain
She never knew that he'd love her all the same

'Cause fractured pieces
Can still make art
And wine will never cure a mistake
But choker chains
Made out of self restraints
Were worn by this runaway train

She was a runaway train
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Jodie LindaMae
Today my feet feel lighter.
Lying through omission,
I relayed to you
That I believed death
To be a great anomaly;
A pleasure swirl of brain drugs,
Encapsulating one
In a solemn yet impeccable nirvana
Of their choosing.

My heaven smells like the hugs you get
From smoker's seventh sons.

My heaven tastes like the metallic urge
That burns in the back of your kiss.

I am untamed,
A sorcerer, and
A God in my own right.
#God #love #redemption #life #existentialism #kiss #death #dying #depression #lonely
 Nov 2014 Natalie
sam dawkins
Banksy once said that
you die twice: when
your heart
stops
and when
somebody says your name
for the last time.

I feel immortal.
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Chloe Sayre
Banksy
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Chloe Sayre
If I stole your art, could you blame me?

The melodic curves
or rhythmic edges,
organic pastels,
or heart-throbbing neon,

awake as the eyes that envisioned them.

My muses all run to you with eager,
little fingers,
pinching and plucking at your sketches,

protruding tongues, and rolling sneaky, spiteful eyes in my direction,
******* on your creations with humming bird vigilance.
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Riot
newspaper
 Nov 2014 Natalie
Riot
if you died
we would all remember you
but too many great people
don't make it on the newspaper
because kim kardashian decided to name her kid
north west
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