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 Feb 2015 DustBall
Creep
To you
 Feb 2015 DustBall
Creep
i dont usually write from the heart,
its too dangerous down there,
so i write from my head.
ill try to write from my heart today though,
Try.
For you.

There was a movie i once watched.
Taken 2, i think it was.
In the movie, the woman had her throat slit,
And she herself was hung upside down
To let all the blood flow out of her neck.
She soon lost conciousness,
A pool of blood by her head on the ground.
I imagine what i feel right now is this.
This hurt and aching of sanity leaking out onto the floor
All because im missing you.
It hurts... And its a deep aching that can only be replenished with you.

Now, back to real time and reality...
Yesterday i went to the temple to pray for new years.
For the first time,
I didnt pray for myself.
I prayed hard and long for you.
I want you to be happy and well,
Which will make me happy,
Which begins a complicated cycle of joy.

I dont know why i began this **** poem thing this way,
But id like you to know
That you are much more than enough.
Your strong arms and words-my home.
Your voice-music to soothe me, get my heart thumping again.
You-my everything.
You have helped me when i thought nothing was worth it anymore,
That caring will only lead to hurt,
When it was dark in the night and in my mind,
No one was there.
But u came,
My knight in shining armor.
You rode in with a BANG
Knocked down all my doors.
Showed me the light outside of my dark ashen house.

And with that,
I let you drag me out.
Remind me how to love, to live.
Thank you for that.
Ill try to shove you away,
Lie to you,
Fight u,
But you still stuck by me.
Thanks... It means more than you know.
And...
I love you more than anything.
Nothing i say will show u how much i love you or how much u mean to me... For that i am sorry.... I can only do this in actions.
The first in many. So many things to say, ***** the punctuation and grammar..
Sorry this *****... This is for someone.

Re_make
By one ok rock
 Feb 2015 DustBall
Dhaye Margaux
When I promise of forever,  it is true
And know that I only promised it to you
It is true love when you dream of forever
Sparrow's twitter
From the dawn of
Hearing the hassle of Myna
This morning
Or the Singing Cuckoo
Of yesterday afternoon

Read the language of their time
When they say it certainly
As the Morning
Evenings
Or mid of the Summer noon

Read their body language
When they are sounding
Beside window
Or playing
In the lake water

Draw my attention
But I don't understand
Completely
Assume
It is a pester
Argue with friends
Or by calling the dear
At this time,
We say that the Spring
Or Say any unspoken Dream
Seeking through the Bridge
That breezing over Heart
And The Soul

You invite
The spring comes
But I do not understand
So what are the
Give your tunes
I sorted the words

Whatever may be the tune
Guess again,
Or partial
But they say
We see
Hear
Their songs
Their mother tongue

They pointed out that
Indicates
Each other
To visit the open sky
Afield
Dance with the wind
It also has to
Entertained
Any pain that may be broken
Their heart
Playing a melancholy tune

Which refers to the words
Of their mother
The words
Of the Nature
Realizes that we
But  never try to feel with the heart
/
The Language of Birds
That we have never tried to feel with the heart
/
 Feb 2015 DustBall
Kelly Rose
Another sleepless night
3am, a bit beyond
the witching hour

A time of quiet reflection
Remembering dreams lost
& Creating dreams to be

Thinking of past sorrows
Anticipating tomorrow's
Joys

Another sleepless night

Contemplating Life's mystery
And
Marveling at the
Wonder of it all...
2/8/2015
KetomaRose
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