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 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Amy Perry
I loved you then; I love you now.
In times of chaos; Without a sound.
I loved you black; I love you white.
With rhyme or reason; Without a right.
I love you New York; I love you Paris.
I love you boldly or embarrassed.
I love you luck; By Divine Fate.
I'll love you after I forget your face.
I love you blue; I love you true.
I love you whether I'll be with you.
abp
 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Dylan Jones
We bounced a blue ball,
It broke a blue glass.
We banged on blue drums
and called it bluegrass
 Dec 2016 StaticNSage
Kem-Ann
Said you
Don't burn bridges
Guess it's true
Cause the only thing
That's in ashes
Is my heart and soul

-k.l
i could feel you everywhere i turn. from the scents from the flower shops to the fresh baguettes from the cafés. and when i wear your shirt it makes everything seem extra. you’re long and gone but your perfume and footsteps aren’t.
My eyes are burning
And my *** needs some space
This kid is staring at me
He has a big grin on his face
For 6 hours he's been awake
Bouncing around on three seats
It almost seems like someone
Has given him **** to eat
I stuff myself with pills
To try to get some sleep
But the kid is keeping me up
So soon I'll make him weep
I will whisper in his ear
That santa isn't real
And I'll describe to him
How chicken-pox will make him feel
I'll tell him about the dentist
How bad it hurts to drill
And how much he'll have to work
To be able to pay his bills
How hard it is to get a girl
How expensive a driving lesson is
The statistics of failing marriages
And how you can get ****** from a kiss
I'll tell him all of this and more
If he doesn't sit down and shut up
And if he still won't calm down
I'll show him *******
Looking in the mirror
What do you see?
A beauty or a monster
What do you want to be?

Walking down the road
How fast can you go?
There is too many pounds
What do you want to show?

Standing in the shadows
Darling where is your sun?
All alone in the darkness
Don’t pull out your gun

Hanging there from the roof
Why did you close your eyes?
Leaving me here forlorn
Why did you believe all the lies?
Sinking roots nobody sees
trapped within a barren field
a flower struggles to breathe.

She fights to grow
hopes to heal
one day she will....

For she is the blossoming flower,
as fragile as the paper
to which she writes her soul,

yet just as strong
as the heart
that frames each poem.
Im still healing from all the wounds inflicted by an insecure girl, but each day I water the seed of love within me, the more I grow into the confident woman I was always suppose to be.
Looking in the mirror the bones and flesh are not the ones I remember. These bones are not my own.

They are dressed in silk and Demise. While the ones I'm looking for are pretty and pink with flowers not too far away.  

What have I become? I don't even remember my name.

Every word I say is foreign to my mouth.
I pray  the real me comes out. Maybe she is hiding. In a place that is more beautiful then she has ever seen.
Or maybe she is trapped.
Or maybe she no longer exists.
Dubious: charge
The deluxe program in. Obtuse angled and oblong animals. Mecca sexúal, discoverer pulling back the curtain tails in mimicry and peacockiness as the horizon shimmers itself out. Do not eschew unwieldy ostentation towards benign mid-weight colors in the sequel to Blahnik.

Offers in the hesitant, peak winds of Southern-Hemispherical Antarctic weather barometer losses. The ice is like a hive of nameless blue lily pad vessels, each a different magical shade of the water's blue.

She like the uncommon baroque grandeur in an hour of time, herself-

Summons the immense symmetry of her elaborate lavender macramès sheath and entomb her skin, exploding across her body like milk-white daffodils draped upon a morning  bow. Linseed and anise encompasses burnt sweet grass on the breadth of pine in a gentle pillow, anchored only by the veins of her red fruit nectar stitched at the grooves in her cool and unpunctuated lips. While anxiety numbing tufts of gentle satins wisp all the worry and turmoil away, pleasing every nerve, sensor, instinct, and exercise of glib humanity intertwined amid the pulse of our uncensored adultness. She glides amid the arcs of ebullient-molecules ribboned in winter synonyms, summoned up in her sensual and illustrious sublime, and the story of how like a horizon muted by organzas falling beneath her into that relationship she carries with her water God into something profound, immense, and totally ******* exquisite, yet beyond all imagining, she is always doing what has been the coolest **** ever to me. That becomes more magnificently indescribable like our amorous fire, incentivizing the luminous beauty of new stars to rush above us, and yet under us too, amidst the simple and perfected automany she so awesomely imbues.

Until the minutes are silenced in our heads and the days are warm with you.

For Sarah
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