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De siger at du skal kæmpe imod dine fjender
men det er utrolig svært at kæmpe imod dig selv ikke?

Du blev skåret af disse skarpe vinger
og blomster flød ud af din hud, din mund og dine øjne

Stemmen er ikke den eneste der kan skrige også huden, kroppen og armene for nogen eller noget

Og jeg ved ikke hvad der er værst.
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I was very immature
My Sixth sense until then
Could not understand his words
Listened to all the strange things
How to tune in to that!
It would be a void in my soul
Felt a strong gravity
Ever would leave the door open
Pull away the home would have been without

Consistently in the nature of
Deep darkness,
Off and on beside a Chime river
Ever in the green meadow under a tree
What to get a!

But I remember
The smell of the ancient world,
The taste of the salt water,
Think the creation of
The epoch learned
After Rain very earthy flavor,
I would think would be the essence
Of the air *******

But what a surprise!
How do I know thee fragrance,
Didn't see thee before
Didn't imagine thee face
Only I have to paint
The dark night sky color in,
Sometimes wings to fly
Like a free bird,
Ever saw the weaver birds scatter house,
To be surprised to see the purple color inside
The Black berry

Slowly I grew older then
My Fifth sense,
The more active
My Sixth sense,
Like the branches grew
I saw the the ground to make
I put the plants saw the,
Seen Counterpoint to the creation of,
Seen be created of the soul
You have caused me
When I have seen
I understand that
You do not someone else
Thy existence
Is hidden within me-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
Thy Existence
Du er rød og jeg blå
Jeg er is, du er ild

Og jeg har frosset i flere dage

Jeg drømmer mig hen i en verden
hvor græsset gror til himlen
sommerfugle så store som
biler

Jeg sagde jeg var den uhyggeligste
gyserfilm jeg kunne forstille mig

og jeg vil drukne i din hud
hvis ikke i min egen
The blood in my arm
Looks so much better in my veins
Atleast that is my way of thinking now

Once, a bird with sharp wings
Flew across my pale skin and I went blue

Mother I promise
The bird is gone
And it's never coming back
 Nov 2014 Nefandus
Juneau
religious figures
are depictions of the same
we call it the sun
November 27, 2014

thirty-two
 Nov 2014 Nefandus
Poetic T
Wings feathered with notes
As they soar up high the music is
Played,
Listened,
Melody
Within the movement, wings
Are of sound, gracing upon the wind
Carried along the breeze
Faint notes heard,
From miles around,
Notes,
Keys,
Melody
Is played upon wings, a flurry
Of air catching a moment, resonates
Perfect pitch
Culminating
In a quartet of perfect moments,
That bring emotions
From those that catch
The moments of these wings
Of pure notes, the beauty
Felt within as if *touching the soul.
inspired by listening to this awesome tune Jean-Philippe Rio-Py - Help Us Grow:
I sometimes catch myself glancing at someone.
Then turn around, but I can't stop myself from staring back at them again.
The way people do something, and look so beautiful, without even knowing.
When they draw, when they do their homework, when they're watching TV, some people just always catch my eyes, and I can't help but stare at them. It makes me smile, and I kind of fall in love with the way people do stuff.
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