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 Feb 2015 Sound Of Rain
Sakii
I just realized
    that all I write about is you.
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 Feb 2015 Sound Of Rain
Sakii
"Its just a room."
She scribbles her secrets on the walls  
And piles up her whinings on the floor

"Its off limits."
But somehow he always finds a way in
Every **** time

"Nothing much to see here."
But he doesn't leave
No matter how boringly stuffed it gets

"Its not even real."
But with the two of them in there
It feels more real than reality itself.
Notes (optional)
Even in the
midsts
of all my
despair,

saying your
name
feels like
a breath
of
fresh-air.
-Andrew Durst.
start
at the
beginning
just to
follow
you to
the
end
over
  and
over
  and
over
  again.
Enjoy.

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I met a genius on the train
today
about 6 years old,
he sat beside me
and as the train
ran down along the coast
we came to the ocean
and then he looked at me
and said,
it's not pretty.

it was the first time I'd
realized
that.
In a place where everything is uncertain,
People change faces behind a closed theater curtain,
To swindle others' rights just for a game of tease,
So they come off with masks obscuring true identities.

Everyone has complex sheets of guises,
To shield one's self from inherent vices.
Better be a human without magnificent grandeur,
Rather be someone whose existence no man can endure.

Lest not give trust to neither a friend nor a foe,
Before you end up listening to yourself about a woe.
But how can we differ one from the other?,
If everywhere deceit has now slather.

Most are gullible enough to be a victim of a crime,
From someone deceiving others just for a waste of time.
The culprit continuously being incredulously exuberant,
Whilst those saw the crime act exceedingly nonchalant.

Shame that we are all appalling creatures with hidden pulchritude,
Behind every lie and guise in sinful sanctitude.
Despite attempts to conceal things due to disenchantment,
None can succeed for human desire never has its true contentment.
Why let a soul be parted from the other?,
If one day, they'll need to find each other.
Oh why put up a game of chase?,
If sooner or later, it will only bring a feel for haste.

How cruel this world of ours!,
Letting us suffer for years, months, days and hours.
How can we discern our existence,
If our other half has its absence?

I beg the deities' pardon,
For being anxious for a rational reason.
I only want my dear love's caress,
For in his arms, I want to rest.

Oh how I deeply yearn for the parted connection!,
Of the reincarnated soul that once gave me affection and affliction.
Oh how desolating can this situation be!,
Waiting and coveting for someone I have yet to see.
This is not one of my best works but I hope you like it.
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