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She's too passionate
and oversensitive
for this messy world -
She doesn't fit-in,
so she tries to stay out.

It's a constant
tug-of-war battle
between her fragile heart
and her delicate mind.
She can't help but feel too much -
peace of mind
is all that she ponders about.

She is gentle,
empathetic and intelligent,
but vulnerable -
she was born this way,

She has relived
this same hopeless feeling
every single blessed day.

She is an overthinker -
always reflecting,
always pensive...

Full of genuine love,
whilst drained by such pain;
she is beautifully oversensitive.

She's always lonely
amongst a crowd,

whilst completely lost
deep inside the belly
of the same-old dark cloud.

She's a beautiful, beautiful mess...

She gives her entirety--nothing less!

By Lady R.F. (C) 2017
Writing
has set
me free.

It is
something
nobody
can ever
take away
from me.
**
Alone at the beach
Playing with ***** and solutions
A seahorse bites your finger
Questions unanswered
©
ah, the romance, the man who learned the alphabet of chemistry, and turned out to be more eloquent than the man who learned the compounds of an english tongue... you have a sing-along, friar Tuck?! some Gregorian chant up your sleeve?!

let's get it over and done with,
i write a tattoo on your body,
i own part of it -
      in theory, sure,
i listen to some ****** pop
song i will keep to myself
than ask for the desirable ***
position, and find the latter
a more engaged: hue in cheek...
fine...
     but given the benzene ring...
meta- positioning is clearly dead...
the trans- positioning attracted
the gender "debate"...
sure... i''ll settle for that...
but there's still the" ortho-
direction...
                       chemistry
teaches: there's no fourth in
a north south east...
          i guess it was called
the West at some point...
            do what the transgender
kids are doing going crazy...
the islamic appearance of prayer
was always going to return to
****...
as the christian to a *******...
now i've been trying to
switch on the metaphysics gyrroscope
for some times...
thing's fidgety and the most
likely un-curious affair...
a bit like stroking a cow...
         there's but one answer
to the trans movement...
    the english language has been
alienated from the concept
of orthography...
   kept in the dark,
  strutting along on ****...
growing into a gargantuan Chernobyll
artefact...
            you want sanity:
let the trans freaks do their bit
in ****** the common consensus with
an anti-orthodox gospel of
thomas,
   who should be doubted as a saint...
stick to the clue of, language per se...
if only i could interest the english
into investigating the concept of
orθograφy...
        y the acute iota - morph dearest:
orθograφí - pretty please: epsilon.
   and why did they search in Iran
for an answer, and derive aryan?
simply to combat the greek undermining
of the roman?
me? i'm coordinate at (0,0) - a third
0 nullifies the history...
                  a movie called:
a roman revenge!
                 keep your greco-judeaic
"new" testament,
     the sort of account of god that's
cosmopolitan, and, agreeable to the fashionable
ladies...
              θ-φ,
   the quadruplet Siamese twins...
question is...
was it boy-girl boy-girl
                           or boy-boy girl-girl?
huh! myth! it un-writes the blandness of current
history being pulverising,
     additive,
           and journalism becoming
worse than a **** speech...
has anyone noticed how condescending
journalists have become?
    how puny in attire of, something or other...
has anyone noticed how
    authoritarian these word-pushers
are becoming, how the middle class is
agitating a shadow which answers
them without
journalists these days are nothing
short of a bunch prying brats...
     with or without a dictator,
they are beyond fashioning a revised
credibility... i trust listening to a ****
more than their ******* opinion.

  bellum perfectus est in status quo

i still lament the lack of an article in latin -
           i.e. a perfect war is the unmoveable
"object" of affairs,
  and the perpetuated concern of a subject
matter, that is solved by a mere, yawn.

war is perfected in a status quo -
which means: constant war,
    a war in which civilians are militarised,
to the point where women are willing
to conscript into the army,
  and hardly any desire work,
in the construction industry;
  for some reason army allows slack,
yet the construction industry, doesn't.
ok, now I get that it's all Fake News,
Like how Bob Mueller got a three-star General
on his knees licking boots,
And it seems weird Heil Trump's
been like a late August 1945 Adolph
been losing it,
rescinding public apologies
again questioning the
birthplace of Obama
reacting these last two days
to all the pressures building
**** it, we all know he knew. He is gonna be the
end of this drama. ****, he tried to persuade Comey
to end the investigation into Flynn. I was born at night, just not last night.
This is gonna be pretty as when Flynn
exited the courthouse
and was serenaded with the
same song he led at the convention against Hillary!  
Lock (him) up!  Lock (him) up!!!
I love to see a hypocrite get (his) due!
lock him up lock him up lock him up lock him up lock him up lock him up lock him up lock him up  lock him up  lock him up lock him up
hashtag ******* liars ####  get their due!
The running water of time calms life
Bearing fruits of blessings in one's day
Lasting breathing glorified nature as did plants
Sheltering a skin like a sun that shines

Moments of darkness deserves adoration
As one rest so nature rest in a transposing position
Bringing in skillful thoughts to harness human in due time
Greenish plants fade greenish plants rise

Life is a bounteous gift
Like a beautiful tribute to a dream
Up and down the sun rises and fall
Up and down our heart grow like trees

Respiratory a pain as we clasp our eye
Insect inspects us at the night
Their voices makes daylight
To come short for it's nature gift

Written by
Martin Ijir
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