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One, two, three, four, five, six. Six fireflies were in my jar. Smiling, I ran to the arch. I told him, "The bugs will make you happy." The arch didn't move. I tilted my head. "Stupid arch, be happy." The arch still didn't move. I stomped my foot in rage. "Be happy!" I looked down and saw some pretty flowers. I picked them up and threw them at the arch. "Arch, please be happy." Arch, please move. Please, please be happy. I knelt down and sobbed. My life was never the same since the fall. I lost everything. My house, my parents, my friends. Now this arch is all I have. And even then, I don't think it'll be enough.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Fireflies
The gray arch stayed, broken It could not survive the fall Now it's here; in ruin If only I could've saved it. I've seen this arch a thousand times Been here before I was born Civilization loved the arch But now, they're gone. I did not know where they went I hope it was somewhere nice. Wildflowers grew near the arch Yellow, orange and green I picked them up; then dropped them Now's not the time for flowers, I thought Then walked away. The fall was devastating I did not know what happened, but Destruction lay in its wake. And desolation was born.
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Dec 8, 2018
Dec 8, 2018 at 7:04 PM UTC
Arch
Look, the blue sky arch is up until now an upside-down cup! The juicy bit, for sure, is down on the veiled earth.
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Nov 6, 2018
Nov 6, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC
Juicy Deep Earth
There was left a gap that the heaven did not touch. The arch codebreaker hacked in only to find it's on the face of the earth. That did the art. The gap the Golden Cut is above the rest is neither in the heaven nor is here on earth! Where is it tucked away? If only one can tell it's still a ****** still a pure blank.
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Oct 4, 2018
Oct 4, 2018 at 10:53 PM UTC
A ****** Gap
I love the arch of your back It is a golden archway of light The bridgeway to Heaven, If Heaven could even compare On the lookout for a leeway I'd cross that bridge in a blink As love surpasses blasphemy And my feelings for you surpass love
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Jun 23, 2018
Jun 23, 2018 at 3:55 AM UTC
The arch of your back
where it made me that tried her and mattered in court that toiled with ritual today where drama drawn there was righteous in the moment of essay when a decision to liaison the archer
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Mar 20, 2018
Mar 20, 2018 at 8:27 AM UTC
court of moon
eyelashes stuck to my teeth eyelids swallowed seen pain through grief the am i in me kisses that pose misses the rose lips stuck under an truck bus maneuver consider your back scratched by my eyelashes ? ... .. .
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Mar 19, 2018
Mar 19, 2018 at 7:48 AM UTC
Untitled
Look, the blue sky arch is up until now an upside-down cup. The juicy bit, for sure, is down on the veiled earth!
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Sep 6, 2017
Sep 6, 2017 at 8:16 AM UTC
Earth Sweet Spot
The intimacy of a naked skyline had always been a bit too much for the girl who had grown up tracing her thoughts on the moist windows of skyscrapers that tore through the emptiness of open skies and lonely hearts. The city would always be her first lover, the sea winds her first kiss, and the inhuman slums her first heartbreak - this wasn't your ordinary girl. The arch of the Sydney harbour bridge reminds me of how her back arched the first time I kissed her neck and the horizon melted right in front of my eyes. The bridge's arch might be a testament to human civilization, but hers is the reason why you can someday justify the pain of your first heartbreak to your daughter as she breaks down before her high school prom. The bridge's arch might stand tall against the trials of time, but hers is the reason why you will see your past flicker in the flames fanned on every bonfire night. But before you fall in love with the arch and wish bridges could heal all distances, you need to know there are some that even the best and the most beautiful can't. You know, sitting on the docks of Port Jackson reminds me how I was born in the small port town of an insignificant island and I had grown up with more sand in my slippers than tongue in my cheek. Everytime you swing your legs from the edges of the dock to feel the spray of the recurring waves on your naked calves, the waves seem to sing about how they taught me never to give up on a shoreline, no matter how close or distant its breath on your face. Its funny how I never ended up finding that Italian place by the harbour where I taught you how to soak in the flavour of a single malt scotch while you taught me how to soak in the flavour of life. Its funny because you always wanted me to find us that spot, in case we wanted to relive the mistakes we made that night. But then I guess, There are some mistakes, you are not allowed to make twice. The sun setting on the city still looks beautiful from the edges of the harbour each day, But it makes me wish we had stayed behind long enough to see the sun rise from underneath the sea.
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Oct 27, 2016
Oct 27, 2016 at 3:08 AM UTC
Love By The Sea
The intimacy of a naked skyline had always been a bit too much for the girl who had grown up tracing her thoughts on the moist windows of skyscrapers that tore through the emptiness of open skies and lonely hearts. The city would always be her first lover, the sea winds her first kiss, and the inhuman slums her first heartbreak - this wasn't your ordinary girl. The arch of the Sydney harbour bridge reminds me of how her back arched the first time I kissed her neck and the horizon melted right in front of my eyes. The bridge's arch might be a testament to human civilization, but hers is the reason why you can someday justify the pain of your first heartbreak to your daughter as she breaks down before her high school prom. The bridge's arch might stand tall against the trials of time, but hers is the reason why you will see your past flicker in the flames fanned on every bonfire night. But before you fall in love with the arch and wish bridges could heal all distances, you need to know there are some that even the best and the most beautiful can't. You know, sitting on the docks of Port Jackson reminds me how I was born in the small port town of an insignificant island and I had grown up with more sand in my slippers than tongue in my cheek. Everytime you swing your legs from the edges of the dock to feel the spray of the recurring waves on your naked calves, the waves seem to sing about how they taught me never to give up on a shoreline, no matter how close or distant its breath on your face. Its funny how I never ended up finding that Italian place by the harbour where I taught you how to soak in the flavour of a single malt scotch while you taught me how to soak in the flavour of life. Its funny because you always wanted me to find us that spot, in case we wanted to relive the mistakes we made that night. But then I guess, There are some mistakes, you are not allowed to make twice. The sun setting on the city still looks beautiful from the edges of the harbour each day, But it makes me wish we had stayed behind long enough to see the sun rise from underneath the sea.
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Beyond the yellow and black clouds And into the red sky. Silver archangels guide and guard me on through. Its sort of like my dreams mixed in with my thoughts of reality. Does not seem real at all. But I cannot tell you how much beauty there is as I am looking and flying by these archangels. Their wings have every color that exist. Beyond the red skies and into the blue, there is a floating island with a clear pool of water. As I stand before the pond I see in the reflection of the water that I am also one of these archangels. The others all kneel and have a drink of the water. I do the same. I look like them and they look like me. They then go toward the edge of the island and stand and wait.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Beyond the yellow and black clouds
He laughs at me When I arch my back Trying to get the last drop
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Jan 8, 2015
Jan 8, 2015 at 11:03 PM UTC
In My Mouth
glass windows crystal panes quite mesmerized am I colored parts crimson shards I wish to have you for my eyes womanly arch above my head your shapes are all that I have bled my story starts like your creation there was a time when all you were was magnificent idea in the mind of a man a quiet plan unwelcome in the land a time when you were a naked chaos trampled by cattle the dust watched your birth you rose screaming from earth men cursed while they worked a torture an eyesore with potential at best Barren poles for arms Slabs of marble legs when your beauty arrived all were surprised and verified the validity of your maker's pride his blood, your paint his teeth become your enameled wall the iris of his eyes, your windows his mind the crowning dome his life the mascara of your shadows the bones are at rest now no one pounds out their song on the old wintry walls and the days are long the wounds shown are old long out of style you will soon  recover from man's victory and slip back into old ways for from dust you were taken
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Dec 5, 2014
Dec 5, 2014 at 10:06 AM UTC
cathedrals
Just like any other story We've started with oh so blurry Strangers we were, I think that's a cliche from somewhere. At the beginning it was all a blank page And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage While you had this heart with broken line From the girl once you've called mine. Maybe that's where we gain connection, The hurt inside which obviously need correction. Second by second we became friends I hope it will last right until the end. The laughs at our little conversation It is both our path of satisfaction There are times I'm festering in frustation Trying to pen my way out of procastination When I'm all empty, You're there and refueled my positivity, Are you the master of laughter spells? Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell. If perfection is just a lie Then why do people even try? I guess it lives within, we cannot see Just like any second you become crazy. This man with big gentle heart We become proportion when it comes to music art, We both shared common interest We talk and laugh and forget about the rest. But his heart needs to heal He needs to be true and be real. So wish upon a shooting star Believe and you will get quite far A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile Nothing selfish, nothing vile. But wish may not come true So better plan and not out of the blue. If you ever crash remember I'm here Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near. Thanks for the bow with perfect timing Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining. I'm so lucky for having you, Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.
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Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 7:30 PM UTC
Story Blurry
Just like any other story We've started with oh so blurry Strangers we were, I think that's a cliche from somewhere. At the beginning it was all a blank page And I'm a bubble trapped in a cage While you had this heart with broken line From the girl once you've called mine. Maybe that's where we gain connection, The hurt inside which obviously need correction. Second by second we became friends I hope it will last right until the end. The laughs at our little conversation It is both our path of satisfaction There are times I'm festering in frustation Trying to pen my way out of procastination When I'm all empty, You're there and refueled my positivity, Are you the master of laughter spells? Cause you give me happiness can't even describe in hell. If perfection is just a lie Then why do people even try? I guess it lives within, we cannot see Just like any second you become crazy. This man with big gentle heart We become proportion when it comes to music art, We both shared common interest We talk and laugh and forget about the rest. But his heart needs to heal He needs to be true and be real. So wish upon a shooting star Believe and you will get quite far A hope, a wish, a dream, a smile Nothing selfish, nothing vile. But wish may not come true So better plan and not out of the blue. If you ever crash remember I'm here Reach my hand, I'm giving it to you near. Thanks for the bow with perfect timing Great play of arch, friendship we're gaining. I'm so lucky for having you, Just wanna say I'm here for anything you do.
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