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 Feb 2017 Scott T
Ramin Ara
Prophet
 Feb 2017 Scott T
Ramin Ara
Not
Everyone  
Brings
A message
Is a prophet
بی شعله و شعله آفتاب ات نکنند
در کاسه و جام شراب ناب ات نکنند
تا سفره ی آب نزد ریشه نشوی
برقلعه ی شاخه ها عقاب ات نکنند

رامین
 Feb 2017 Scott T
Jor For
Her wrists are guitars
Playing the melodies of her voice
 Feb 2017 Scott T
Joe Black
Untitled
 Feb 2017 Scott T
Joe Black
Hello!


Is these club of anonymous moody people?



Yes, hello!

Welcome, get the hell out of here!

xD
Put me on Blu-Ray,
send me to Iraq
track me on radar
or let me go free.

I'm jumping the borders
disorder, confusion
you leave me no choice
but to change standing orders
and disappear without trace.

Avril stands watching as
I start dissolving,
the fog in the mirror
is that really me?

but I'll come out again fighting
got to put nights in
to wake up my day
so
put me on Blu-Ray
or
send me away
Sarah, you live in my heart!
Your spirit, keeps me standing,
You are the taste of sweet chocolate on my lips,

Your face so soft, and smooth like satin sheets.
Soft, beautiful, suntan skin glowing, like a warm campfire on the beach,
Keeps my heart beating with passion.

Looking into your hazel eyes at sunset,
Taking hold of your soft hand,
Dancing in ocean waves,

Waves of love tickling our toes.
Looking into your eyes,
Seeing, a fiery red Soul filled with excitement!

So mysterious,
So beautiful,
Wanting our Souls to come together,

Let's become one, my dearest Sarah, love.


Copyright © 2017 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.
Sarah Geronimo is a ******* fire for Meg [HD]
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 Feb 2017 Scott T
Poetic T
My mind is like
                            SCRABBLE(tm)
                
                      I make up words as I go along......
Is there anything  more sad than the sun fleeing the day in the horizon?What have we done wrong to cause it to blend in with the night and shed its skin to become the moon? What have we done to make it flee and lay with the stars?" We lived through its rays, and walked through the days." many will say. Is it tired? Or is it simply trying to spark a conversation with something more...celestial? I hope that wherever it goes, the light follows. The shadows alone are enough to make me quiver, even under the light of the moon. I welcome the day as much as i welcome my dreams. I think i'm caught somewhere in between.
*Latin for "one"
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