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Bryce 3h
On pale monday
Beneath the marble bedspread
A touch of soft hands.
Why should I hold it in?
Is my heart an inn?
Why should I not say when I have been hurt?
Will you only learn the evil your shunning made me do when I become a member of the dreaded cults?

Why can I not cry too?
Why does my pains have to be kept mute?
Will you only see the pain in my perforated heart after I go home
Beyond this phase, transcendence into the metaphysical zone?

I am human,
Born of skin and bone
Not made of rocks and stones
I have a right to be sad.

So why will you tell me to hide my face,
Beneath the dwellings of the bed sheet
And under the railing of my own skin
Why, I still wonder why?

If you can tell me your pain
Maybe I can ease you by telling you the shame coming out to tell the world what boys suffer brings to my name.

From your friend that cares,
©Emmiasky Ojex
Your words will either mar or heal someone.

We are boys, not stones.
I think I made a grave mistake
instigating this heartbreak
different paths
open hearts
life came at us way too fast

we grew tired, distant and far
good for right now was no longer enough
separated by sheets, separated by me
you were the boy with a hand clasping please
I was the girl who got up to leave

if I didn’t sit up at a quarter to three
wondering how I compared to a bottle of whiskey
maybe we’d be okay, maybe we’d breathe

if I didn’t stay awake and fell to my dreams
I could stay, being the goldfish on your cheek
Just cause it’s the right thing to do doesn’t mean it’s not killing me
Outlaws in Love

You, a chaotic beauty,
Shootin' smiles from distance.
A dangerous puzzle -
Lost, with in your own existence.

Me, a haywire mess,
Trying to make sense of things.
Willing to be by your side;
In summers, winters, falls and springs.

We, a crazy hybird of chaos and peril.
Ready, to have a crazy ride.
Ready, to be the outlaws in love,
Like Bonnie and Clyde.
To Bonnie parker, A poetess and an outlaw and to clyde barrow, a lover and a bandit.
I understand what Adam felt,
the first time he asked for eve,
nothing more than just alone.

alone with currents of water,
animals that obey his will,
a awe sounding voice,
that somehow,
just somehow,
could help him feel less alone,

and then there was Eve,
even if everything didn't go the way it was supposed to.

imagine Adam's spark of joy,
as happiness was invented,
and with it came,
everything bad and good.

to this moment we still feel that spark of joy
and as my hands fall through
and tenderly caress
your hair,
playing with the little will power you have to
not fall asleep and enjoy this little moment of joy
that my finger tips bring,

That little spark runs through my veins,
like it did,
when *** introduced Eve to Adam.
I think I enjoy the pastel colors
That rest upon the wall.
Just floating in soft ease
With colors not too bright.

Sometimes I think
If I was a color,
I would be much too dark
And seldom used
Because of the own
Hue I came acquired to
Through all my experience.

Just painting my whole life thus far
Would seem a waste... I think.
But being so unsaturated seems boring.
I think I enjoy the shades I've mixed
Met, and laughed along with
Even if I doubt it.
Of two juveniles engrossed each other's hearts.
Where therefore thee an exquisite love awaits,
The velocity of the winds went across and mold a grandeur flow
With the world that's against their tranquil love,
A ravishing tragic begins.

Youngsters who thee behold charm and ethereal presence,
Who seek of pure love in such of an innocence.
The total madness of the air entered their silent souls,
The flesh of faith remarked the comprising truth.
The pleasure of no grandiloquence but with nothing to forestall.

Stared at the windows of their souls,
And a flamboyant heartbeat was born.
Of thousand nights that detained two lovers,
Shallow and deep words were uttered before.
No one can cease their hearts all alone.

Oh love, not eradicated by the broken winds and fiery wounds,
An intense merge of faith of thee I know was true indeed.
To love showed transparency of the world they could not know.
How are they supposed to pass these through?
And of a hombre who took his best all along and will always prove.

Who knows of their love that exists?
Exists in a cloistered world where no one shall deplete
Neither of them was a catalyst and both just cherished memories.
No art of atrocity was privileged.
An unmitigatedly deprived love was opt to be conquered.

To the cycle of this tragic love,
Made a quest of a lifetime where no one broke the chains of thee.
With blood, sweat, and tears,
Of galaxies they thought would collapse beneath the scarcely theme.
'Till death do they part.

Their souls were dead right before their ***** eyes have seen,
The immersed blood of vengeance remained at the state of a deafening silence,
The living ghosts crashed their nightmares and killed themselves because of an intense love they always prevail.
Now one day, beside the heaven they seek
Death brought them back together and in the name of love their fate was written in their blood forever.
Tell me, what's love?
You seem to me,
able to enter
the infinite.
You seem to me,
able to find
absolutes.       >>just fine<<

That's ******* boring.

Love, perfectly fit for broadcast.
When some, like us, are out on our ***.
So. Define love.
Because my love is pain, thankfully,
but you manage to sing it so sweet.
So. Love and peace?

For me, love is heat.

And if the heat is missing,
are you asking me?
That Love's placation.
And placation, I'm learning,
isn't my driving force.
JJ Inda 6d
Your absence
is loud
and clear,
It's your
your complexity
I fear.
It's the
you've never said,
is the truth
I never
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