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"what you want exist, don't settle until you get it"
Am i better living my life without you ?

Why do you always pop up somewhere somehow in my mind in my game ?

I don’t talk to people anymore because I am afraid of you coming straight there and did not letting control anything

Why everyone loves you ? Why do I hate you so much ?

#feeling
I am at this turn in my life where choices are important. The only thing I need to remind myself is to not settle for less than I deserve.

The day I choosed to just stop looking and keep stable all of you pop up in my life, it’s just a small Hello what’s up but for me it’s destiny telling me *** are you sure ?

Feeling like hercule when he has to pass all those obstacles and finished anyway to hurt himself.

Can just someone come and tell me what’s best ? That would scare most of people that would relax me with life I would follow : just tell me what’s best I will put my mind there and don’t ask for anything else but tell me or show me something !!!!

Stop sending my past show me the future
"There is no destiny, nothing to save.
I don't know how to receive love
It makes me feel uncomfortable
Before I think I was for but
I emptied a gun loader into my foot"
Some people read and learn from the stories,
The poets live and write the stories.
I once knew a man, he was married to a poet.
He would complain she never remembered to visit her mother.
She never remembered his allergies or his favorite color.
She never remembered to pay the phone bill or to wash her clothes.
She never remembered to take her medicine or take a shower.
She never remembered to take the trash out or to go grocery shopping.

But he got sentimental and told me what she always remembered.

"She always remembered," he said, " what we did in our first date.
She remembers my favorite cologne and what type of detergent irritates my skin.
She remembers when I tell her I love her.
She never forgets to tell it back.
She never forgets to love everyone she meets, greets everyone with a smile and enthusiastic wave.
I guess she can't remember little things like my favorite color or what time she has to go to work.
But she always remembers the important things
And I guess that's all I could really ask for."
We feel with poetic souls
We live in poetic bodies
We see with poetic eyes
We breathe in poetic air

And breathe out our poetry
We write our poetic world
Reaching out to poetic people
We love in only poetic ways

*For our hearts are always broken
I am but a small child watching
Men and women, here and there
In every corner there's a heart, caring
I can hear love songs everywhere

Two people from different ends, dating
Words in real world, unspoken
Here in white canvass they're painting
All is fair in love, sides are even

I am wondering what is this love
What is the miracle that it creates?
Why two people could meet up above
Why are they call themselves as soulmates?

I am but a small child watching
I even wonder what love will do to me
When I grow up, could I be that caring?
When I fall in love, what kind of woman could I be?
love is everywhere :)
Poets DO have issues!
Poets are insane!
We have a different record groove,  
We have a different grain!

We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

(chorus)
Poets hear their colors,
Poets see their songs,
Poets touch the music notes
They taste to sing along!

We wear t-shirts in 10 feet of snow
Coats in sunny climes!
We have no sense of timing
'Cept when we write our rhymes!

We go out in stormy weather
When it's clement we stay in!
We eat pizza in the morning
Write limericks on a whim!

(chorus)

We are calm when life gets frustrating
Mad when things go well!
Write rants when times are blissful
And sonnets when it's hell!

We travel to the Moon and back
Wear Stardust in our hair
We know the very Cosmos
Sitting in our chair!

Our pens they scratch a tympany
Our pages plumb the depths
Of profound Pacific trenches
Or drown in puddles wept...


We have a different wiring
Don't respond to "normal" tests
We are the fish who climb up trees
Of this I can attest!

Poets hear their colors!
Poets see their songs!
Is that so ridiculous?
Folks, is that so wrong?

Poets hear their colors
The colors of the heart!
Come and see this song with us

Let your mind fall apart!


SoulSurvivor
(C) 7/10/2016
I'm speaking strictly for me actually...
But can anyone else do this sing-along?

Lol! Thanks for reading!

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