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Styles Dec 2015
Thank you lord, that one that is him
for I am  man, one which is born to sin.
still you guide me, and when I need light
you reach in. and set me straight,
your path, I believe in.
this as been a long road, with a deep end
and how i get there, On you I depend
pleased me with this gift,
then gave me the pen so the meaning and can deepen
for people struggling with their life, now we both can reach them.
let them know when they feeling all alone, they really aren’t alone
words are always their searching for a home.
Styles Dec 2015
Gently blows the wind
that collides with the blue sky
together; alive
AW Nov 2015
It hatched, the egg
Last time I was left
With a yokey substance
That only landed me
A hangover worse than
Ever imagined
Last week, though
Oktoberfest
Best idea ever
As the ***** wore off
The notion rose
To a higher plan
Whenever I am drunk again
I should remember
To never
Get out of bed
In the morning
Schnappsidee (German): An ingenious plan one hatches while drunk.
anonymous Nov 2015
I solemnly swear, it was a ghost
the kind of which truly exists
it's a part of my former self

Night shadows creep in the dark
I feel like it's a sign, maybe it is love?
or possibly I'm mad with depth.
I'll probably add more in the near future
Styles Nov 2015
Inspiration
is a poets
aphrodisiac.
josh wilbanks Oct 2015
So gentle, so innocent. Young butterfly, i love your soul. Carry that nector, and carry it careful. Without you, life lacks beauty.
I feel so strongly for her beautiful patterns
kenny Diamond Oct 2015
I used to  have  hope but knows its gone deep into my soul
The day turned to cold
The idea love on this winter night was just an idea
The wind hits my face  but only  thought is u
I wish i knew the warmth of other
A endless walk under stars
The moon shines above
My blood flows threw my skin
Is my idea of love so far gone
Sweet , caring and dream what could of been
Filled the night air
I live alone under stars
A man who  belived  in love on
Styles Sep 2015
I think about you on the hour,
absent of any power.
helpless to your prowess,
your presence, I wish to devour.
tasting your essence,
inhaling your fragrance,
my being you empower.
E Townsend Sep 2015
i hate that im not sleeping with you tonight
i finally warmed up to the comfort of being near someone somewhat close for a long amount of time
obviously it doesnt have to be specifically with you for me to feel that comfort
but i know ill crave it until i find someone that im remotely comfortable with
even though i panicked i still liked the idea that i was next to someone
and now i feel a little empty with no body shifting beside me
(and sleeping with their mouth open to collect air rushing in)
Nina A Attia Sep 2015
I am an idea thought up.
I am an idea forgotten.
I was a thought heard.
I am a thought  forgotten.
I am what you could’ve been.
I am the song of your heart.
I am a song unheard.
I am erased and forgotten.
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