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 Feb 2015 DustBall
Creep
February 5th?! Already?!
This day...
It's nothing more than another ordinary
Thursday.

Ask me what I want for my birthday...
All I have to tell you is,
You.

I just want you to be
*Safe
And
Happy.
Woohoo yay whoopy its my birthday yay *dripping with sarcasm* doesn't make a difference and ugh. The only thing I want... to be with u (and protect u and for u to be safe and happy, etc)... and that's impossible >~< *sighs* ignore my pointless self-pity and undeserving of even a glance "poetry" cest horrible, cest vrai, je sais.

Uma thurman
By fallout boy
 Feb 2015 DustBall
MKF
Waking up dead
With an empty head
Not a single thought
To be had
They're all out today.
I'm overwrought
And under thought
With pretty lies
My love is bought
And then thrown away.
I've got my disguise
I've got my lies
They're indiscernible
To untrained eyes
It's like child's play.
Waking up dead
With an empty head
All that's in store
Is going back to bed
Its just not my day.
 Feb 2015 DustBall
MKF
That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.
For Trevor
 Feb 2015 DustBall
Liz And Lilacs
They threw me from heaven
when the pearly white of my wings
Faded to ashen grey
and darkened further with my mind.

They say the white feathers mirror
an angel's purity and righteousness.
That my blacked feathers reflected
a rotting heart and malice in my mind.

But what righteousness is there
when one being decides
the everlasting fate of many?
What is right and what is wrong?

An angel with blackened feathers
is no longer welcome in paradise.
For once I understand,
There is no justice in faith.

The fallen shall remain fallen,
The disgraced angel shall not return,
But shall instead find the truth and
take comfort in knowledge no longer forbidden.
/
I want to paint an image of Thy
That's not to be made with Water Color
Indeed desire to paint an Oil Painting
Blue will take from the Sky
Green from the Grass
I will take the Yellow from Barren Fields
Red will be borrowed from Parrot's Lips
And water from Your Tears
Will be grown thousands of Lost Dreams
After mingling of all the Colors
Thy face will be floated,
As the thousand year's "Mona Lisa"
With a patch mystic Smile
On my Gray Canvas

The bottom of the image's will be written
"You, My Beloved"
/
@Musfiq us shaleheen
an oil painting of thy,
if like please share your comments/ share / repost
best wishes all of you/
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