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 Jun 2014 peurdelavie
Marian
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
 Jun 2014 peurdelavie
thrcy
Don't fall in love with that somebody
He'll take you to parks, coffee shops, & to the ocean shore
He'll kiss you & lift you up with an embrace
At the most unexpected time in the most beautiful places
So you can never go back to those places without tasting a mouthful of him
He'll wreck you in the most lovely way possible
& now you'll know why storms were named after people
 Jun 2014 peurdelavie
L S Tesler
I'm waiting. Just waiting. For someone to sweep me off my feet. For someone to make every little touch of pain turn into butterflies in my stomach. For someone to make my darkness turn into sunlight and fireworks. But I am exhausted. My trust in love is slowly, but surely, fading into nothingness. My heart is so torn apart that everything seems vague and grey. When you walked away you took my happiness with you, and I am not sure whether it's the absence of you or the loss of my humanity that makes my eyes wet at 4 a.m. I don't know if I miss you. I don't know if I still love you. And I certainly don't know how to move on without you.
The literature is in the leaves.
In my reading there are red spots
regardless of the page I choose.

Those with paint
of other colors
ripped me or are broken.

Look at them down the river,
made boats that do not float.

But I trust.
I trust in that child
that will find my Santa María.

And the day that I see him
being the captain and author
who scores down the chronicles of what will happen.
"The literature is in the leaves" stands for "La literatura está en las hojas" in Spanish
 Jun 2014 peurdelavie
gd
Square one.
 Jun 2014 peurdelavie
gd
I am not the same person I was a year ago.
But I would lying if I told you I didn't
think about the same things, that
I haven't been lingering
on the same desires.

gd
{because I ran three kilometres today as some attempt
to allow change to fester in the deepest wounds
of my soul, only to end up in the last place
I should have been, thinking about
all the things that were meant
to dissolve with the rest
of my old self}
idk
In drivers ed they say you must hold your hands in the "10 and 2" position, like the numbers on a clock but my time with you is always blurry and I know there's only 10 fingers and 2 hands that are holding my heart from falling off a cliff and that my dear is not very safe so next time your thoughts are a train wreck just remember wear a seat belt and tread carefully among the caution tape.
"I'm sorry for the
outward expression of
feelings
I can no longer contain,
but you mean more
to me
than language could
ever explain."
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My skin is a chalkboard yet your nails find their way to resonate sounds through my throat. What was once a clean canvas is now struck by an act of art and crime of pleasure. A chest full of "I love you's"  formed by kisses as rough as barbed wire and bruises carved by means of passion. Black and blue and red and purple, green, yellow; a rainbow of lust. Your hands around my neck is my favorite noose, a chokehold of fingertips I'll never escape the grasp of.
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