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F A Pacelli Jun 2019
those who embrace
the fast life
find their way
to an early grave
StoryTallinn Jun 2019
Pieces of life
Like pieces of magnetic puzzle
Attracting and rejecting each other
Pieces that come together and fall apart with time

With each mistakes, a lesson
Each lessons like a brick in a wall
will help me build a stronger foundation
This is not perfect but it is the best I have
F A Pacelli May 2019
our scars
badges of character 
proof of risks 
signs of failures 
tattoos of pain 
symbols of how we embraced life 
our scars are who we are
Luna Wrenn May 2019
You taught me a lesson, and that was to never trust again.
F A Pacelli May 2019
it is pleasurable
to dine in heaven
to dine in hell
where we spend our time
determines where we end up
in this life
and maybe the afterlife
F A Pacelli Jun 2019
we would happily
walk into a prison
and lock the door
if it improves our security

when will you
open the cage
and soar?
Phil B May 2019
Like many a thing I’ve come to learn,
Being in love can often burn.

Burn with passion and desire,
Fingers dance on skin like fire.
Burn and spit in furious licks,
at the thought of you on another’s lips.
Burn to keep lone nights away,
Until we wake to better days.
Burn away the bridges made,
Trust and love the price I paid.

Like many a thing I’ve come to learn,
Being in love is something earned.

You can keep my heart even
if I don’t have yours,
Because no one knows what
Tomorrow holds for sure.

Like smouldering heat
My breath you’d ******,
When you were my petite ~

lit match.
Composed in reflection.
F A Pacelli May 2019
a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping its black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave
F A Pacelli May 2019
a tiny seed germinates
in the recesses of your mind
slowly infecting your innocence
wrapping it’s black tentacles
around your creative heart
bludgeoning the happiness
that once resided there
once perfection takes root
we are blind to freedom
we become a slave
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