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Nick Burns  Mar 2013
Notepad
Nick Burns Mar 2013
My feelings I seek,
but my words I just eat
when I type and delete
and surmise and repeat.

asdfghjkl;

asdfghjkl;

asdfghjkl;
He’s like a character in a book which is every girl’s dream, just like me. But no, he’s not just a cast in a story. Maybe the way he puts his thoughts into words, the way he speaks, the way he acts or expresses his feelings through his posts, his attitudes or the sweet efforts he made. I always dream and hope that I would find a man like him. Because all of his attitudes, no, not all, but some of his attitudes I want my future boyfriend to have--my ideal boyfriend; intelligent, gentleman, knows how to respect a girl, really knows God and many more. And I always fall in love with him once I read his posts. Sometimes, I get teary-eyed when I read some of his posts or feel like crying when I finish reading it and I don’t even know why and I am like asdfghjkl. He’s a real man. He had it all. He has this thing that when you’ll go back read to his blog you didn’t even notice that you’re falling in love with him. It’s like falling in love with a fictional character. Even though you don’t even know him.
JAK AL TARBS Jul 2014
i asked for a gift for myself
from myself
you gave a gift to yourself
yourself
and keep asking me if i wanted to play
and she sits by the table waiting
for a pick up
not a dress-up
it'll blow up
and the tarnished ruins
haunt her within

the hole in her heart
is too big to mend
the ache in her head
is too much pain
just like when roses perish
beneath the blanket of snow
and sun smiles too much
which lets them feel it
and burn them
roses, no more

hopeful they'll remain, when their ancestors face again
and you and i, will sit somewhere nicer
than the underseat of your bedroom
sitting in the kitchen waiting for maids to clean your room

and the secret new girl, who's hidden from my world
she's disguised my point of view
and teachers preach, it's out of reach
the same soul returns to haunt another
change your views
the same soul tries to revive you more
only to sought

a truth among you hides in vain
hidden from sight, on the pane
the heart that searches for its mate
won't find it without gates
normal people search high and low
for a bush that would seem for show
their love tarnished for they know now
that the fairer are those who turn brows