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The slowest pain
  In the back to explain
    Is when someone you've known
      All along from the start
        Pulls out the knife
      Slowly inching by inch
    Almost surgically
  Barely missing your original heart
An old write about an old misunderstanding. It's sad really. But I did my part.
Seanathon 17h
In the stillness near
In the quiet hours of the meadowing deer

In the mourning pain
In the dead of night
In the dawns first crowning and tremulous sight

In the hopes you've handled
In the truth you can't hold
In the courage of every story untold

In these passing seconds
In every here and now
In all these questioning memories of why and how

In the eldest of them
In the youngest of you
In the heart of each moment spent silent and true

In the coffee to stir
In the brewing of cups
In the lofty ambitions spent star gazing up

In the light of the son
In the shade of the moon
In the inevitably of all things too soon

In the echoing mind
In the shell of the self
In the prominent values set high on the shelf

In the breath of your speech
In the fog drawing near
In the timeless long hours which encompass the years

In the youth of your springtime, with your fate every stay
In the Spirit I find you and from joy never stray
This took hours for me. But the gist of it means, regardless of what we humans can see. The spirit is present, if you want him to be.

Secondary quest, the summation of JOY > HAPPINESS. Something I believe in just as I believe the sun will rise tomorrow.

So if I keep asking for it, he will lead you to me. Or the other way around.

To noone in particular. 5+ drafts. Just messing around with syllable counts and line format. #selfimposedrules
unnamed 3d
You know you're a lion right....and a tiger...one of the earth.
To justice, kindness and love
My ligress gives birth.

I am the iron dog fabled for the ferocity of his loyalty but who needs and craves the warmth and compassion of the gentle beast.

I am also a scorpion....what sign are you?
Shot in the dark guess....Leo? Or Gemini....?
If i am born again

As a girl

I would Christen me

As Jere



Without going to the nursery classes

I would fib that I've fever

and would apply collerium in my eyes

the whole day



When I walk through

The city with my doll

Close to my bosom

With a solemn look

I would peep in to

The camera eyes

Which would revolve

Around me.



Then also,

My best friend

Would be my mirror

In which I often look

Discontentedly.



I would take to myself

Pretending as grandmothers

Talking to themselves



You can write anything

Miss Web World beautiful or

A pretty girl in Webbannor ( the land of Web ) anything.

But

You must not

Alter my name

Jere



It's my prayer

And

It's my life breath

It is the tumult of ecstacy

That iam the only one

Belongs to me.

The slogan of living.



Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere

Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere jere jere

Jere Jere Jere Jere Jere



Iam going to sleep

In sleep also chanting it only.

In sleep also

I fear some people.



Kuzhur Wilson
Translated  to English Roopa Panath
Dairy notes of Miss Web World beauty Jere on an ordinary day
Kuzhur Wilson / Translated  to English Roopa Panath
like chains wrapping tight around my body,
your love shows no mercy.
engulfing my every sense and every thought,
leaving little to no room for anything else.
i'd never complain about the way you make me feel,
but I'd never deny the stress it's ever brought me .
and as time progresses,
I seem to long for that love that surrounds me ,
and lose the interest in loving myself .
what about my plans for the future before you came around..
Enzo 5d
lyrical vices spewed out from mouths of rubber
strung together with tongues of knives
you spit fire and death all around
breaking hearts and taking lives,
a woman of pure evil
and like deals with the devil
I offer both youth and future
use me as you please, break me as I am,
my dear demon queen
i once had a queen tho
Step 1: Make a list. Throw out list. NEVER do anything on the list.

Step 2: Observe the state of your room, it represents your mental state. Do not clean unless you are emotionally prepared.

Step 3: Kill the fly in your room. It represents all of your frustrations. Show no mercy.

Step 4: Hurt someone close to you. If you can't be happy, then they can't be happy. Blame everything on them.

Step 5:
Once upon a time, you gave me your heart. Wrapped in light pink, and blotches of dark ink, you wrote that you wanted me to keep it. I clutched your heart into my chest -
I didn't ever want to let go. I didn't ever want to return it.

But I saw that you were now giving pieces of yourself to other people - laughing and whispering forbidden promises, then you let me fall out of your list of priorities. I no longer am able to feel what you feel. I no longer can feel the happiness and will. You let me there alone, standing still.

So I walked up to you in my worn out shoes that used to be filled with pride, and I wrapped your heart in transparent paper. Let other people see the light pink that flows every time your heart beats, let them know how beautiful it is.

I return your heart to its respectful owner.

You ask, "why?"

I say, "I don't deserve it."
I knew confidence was key as a kid
whenever I'd find myself in a singles bathroom
I'd bring my shirt over my head
and wear it like a backpack strapped across my shoulders

For confidence, of course
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