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It's been awhile myself
seems I only write
to look busy at work
I have forgotten how
to communicate
always looking for
le mot juste
to tell myself
it's okay.
Seanathon May 12
Ill will held on
Dries out my hands
And cracks in the sky are never welcome
Hence why the attempt is never planned
Though apart from my old self
I find, I am
And yet
With contented say grown out of sigh
Though I may be quiet
Having pushing myself far away
In the silence, know this
You are always welcome
Le nathlam hí
Yup.
I have a favourite song that of The Rose by Le Anne Rimes such a beautiful version I had It
played at my wife funeral
I quote
Beneath The Frozen Snow
Lies A Seed That With The
Sun Love In Spring Becomes A Rose
That was so much like my wife almost died In winter
but In the spring warmer days she bloomed like a flower the perfect song for her and was a fitting tribute to on her funneral
day God bless her
soul
The Rose was perfect song played as a tribute to my wife at her funeral
The devil likes to dance on my back
The humiliation
Shame
Guilt
Health
Inheritance
He just loves to ****. Steal and distroy
He loves to attack
Three times in one day.
Things couldn't get any worse
Even if they tried
I tried to muster the strength to read God's word.
Psalm 68.
23
ISAIAH 43.
61.
Just have to plod on
Jesus has paid the price.
Satan flee.!!.
Leave me alone!!!!
Marie-Lyne Sep 2017
Nobody can make you feel unwanted nor sad
Because what you have felt this evening was sacred
Three souls playing, fighting, crying
As if I have witnessed a conversation of people
who understood how to make life a
living, a misery and a land where we could forget our differences
To become one in their little world of music
To witness magic
Endless shadows
To feel so happy
A sentiment of pure excstasy
To experience patience, rage , sadness in a second
Is  rare in our world
To experience pain, nostalgia and a piece of your
distant country
To close your eyes from all this madness
To see lights in Ouds
To witness a cozy litlle night filled with
nothing but candles
and people making you forget that your soul
is trapped into a body that constantly suffers
Our deepest selves have found a shelter
We have visited our loved ones
with our invisible wings
We've known what made us human
We've seen three persons merging
into one for the sake of music
We've seen them through moments of excstasy
but most of all hard and severe body movements
Giving life to a woodly instrument
Making the robotic and the technological a human for once
MARK RIORDAN Sep 2017
DONALD TRUMP IS MAD AT SPORT
ALL THE ATHLETES MUST STAND UP
DON'T DISRESPECT THE AMERICAN FLAG
THE WHITE HOUSE HAS HAD ENOUGH



ALL INVITATIONS TO THE PLAYERS
THE WHITE HOUSE HAS TAKEN AWAY
CURRY AND LEBRON JAMES
CAN VISIT ON ANOTHER DAY




DON'T DISRESPECT THE AMERICAN FLAG
LETS MAKE AMERICA GREAT AGAIN
TRUMP ATTACKS THE SPORT AND ATHLETES
FOR ON TWITTER HE WILL SEND


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Monica Abigail Jul 2015
The religious fanatics in my town
replaced the *** toy store
with a business that sells headstones.
No longer will you find
things that vibrate
or 12 inch purple dongs.
No more double sided ******
or crotchless *******.
Instead you'll find big slabs
of granite and marble
engraved with birds kissing
inside of grey hearts.
It seems appropriate
that religion would come in
and wipe out curiosity and *******
with death.
April Lorenzo May 2015
Un, deux, trois
Je peux voir la lune ce soir.
Les étoiles: un, deux, trois.
Je ne peux pas compter
le bouquet des étoiles.

Voilà, ils sont infinis.

Le temps va arrêter,
maintenant, cette heure, cette seconde
avec moins des personnes.
Le moment ne terminera pas.

Voilà, il est infini.

Finalement, les étoiles, je peux compter.
Un, deux. Seulement deux.
Tes yeux, mes étoiles.

Voilà, tu es infini.

J'ai le coup de foudre pour toi,
sous le ciel ce soir.
Un, deux, trois,
Tu as le coup de foudre pour moi.

Voilà, nous sommes infinis.
I wrote this poem for a class requirement and it got selected for « Printemps des Poètes 2013 » organized by l'Alliance française de Manille. You can go use google translate. It's actually decent if you traslate it there except for the last stanza. You'll get the gist of it tho. But if you want the legitimate translation, message me.
Emma B May 2014
tu es le vent.
le vent qui cherche
le vent qui me regarde
le vent qui vas quelque part.
le vent éphémère.
le vent dont je peut écouter.
Mais, pas le vent qui est visible.
pas le vent qu'on peut toucher.
Et ça, c'est d'accord
avec moi.
c'est mon premier poème en francais! Et pas de google translate!
ephemeral is my favorite word by far.

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