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Creativity is a weapon.
Giving up is not an option.
Imagination is a strength.
Knowing your flaws is not a weakness.
Knowing you have them is a strength.
Pride is important,
But too much pride is deadly.
Love is key,
And hate is the beginning of the end.
Death is an adventure,
But life is as well.
Perseverance is admirable.
Crying is okay to do.
Taking a break,
Catching your breath,
That's okay.
But with all the things working for you,
Giving up is not an option.
Written 12-24-14
The words are flying so fast in my mind
It's hard to pull them from the air
and put them down here



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True story       P@ul         H A P P  Y     C   H  R    I   T    mas.
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Shanijua
You kissed me with your eyes open
because you said you could only believe
what could be seen.
I kissed you with my eyes closed
because I told you that sight does
not come from the eyes but with
knowledge from the heart.
Today I watched the rain.

Then I decided I'm going to sit in it.

Sitting in the rain is like be covered by a million little kisses.
I love the rain.

I used to do it when I was little and it helps me hide my tears
So no one has to ask me what's wrong.

Just  take the time at least four hours to just sit in the rain.
I spent 4 hour in the rain today. Just sitting and thinking and doing a little bit of crying.
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Paul Butters
Sergio Aguero:
He’s my hero.
Title-winner against QPR,
The man sure is a Super Star.

Paul Butters
Discovered the Clerihew recently on a quiz show...!!!
I miss your thumb gently brushing my breast
Soft gentle strokes
Making goosebumps rise and prickle my body,
My spine curl with shivers.
I miss breathing in air as you whispered
"Anything. Anything to feel your heartbeat
On my hands."
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Tongues
Seasons
 Dec 2014 shosho Rea
Tongues
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What is she thinking
Cross-armed and leather-eyed
Lost in the television
Is she hibernating or withering?
Throw a little water on her face
It's just a season. In another month
She'll be fresh-cheeked, light on her lips
Tip-toeing around the glass
Like a ballerina
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