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#fond
i wish i could remember fondly all that i have loved and lost but i focus on the loss and become scornful biting my lips and my arms to keep my silent screams from being heard by anyone other than the girl in my head - - - she is no friend of mine but she stays there sometimes
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Dec 16, 2020
Dec 16, 2020 at 11:06 AM UTC
fawned
Bring down the Blinds, at Quarter past Eleven. As Tonight the Two of Us, shall both be in Heaven. At Half past Eleven, as I make Love to U. I bring back fond Memories, of the Love that U Knew. As I play,   Puppet on your Show. U Dictate positions, which way We Go. As your gentle Kisses,   Rain upon My Face. I begin slowly, Quickening up My Pace. With each stroke of Mine, U keep moaning My Name. Dawn shines it's Light and Climaxes both Our Flame.
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Jun 15, 2020
Jun 15, 2020 at 5:40 AM UTC
Puppet on your Show
I wish i could unplug my mind. I wish i could erase and format all my memories. I wish none of my drives were corrupted. I wish all of them were fresh and fond as they wouldve been on the day i was born. But here i am corrupted with all the memories we had. But dont you dare to delete them they are the only remainder of what we had, of what we had
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Jun 7, 2020
Jun 7, 2020 at 4:17 PM UTC
Drifting in Sea of dread
Buried beneath the same old memories Are the papyrus and the paper scraps The kind which will be eventually tossed Just to settle upon the winds of trash But even still in stillness found Like a dream born near in this reality to pass Though it’s a beautiful and ironic sight I am sleeping on your memory at last
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Aug 21, 2019
Aug 21, 2019 at 4:13 PM UTC
Sleeping - A Fond Memory Past
while they all were busy, in praising her beauty, falling for her looks, admiring her eyes, proclaiming those rosy cheeks, he found her, collecting the bits of herself, that were tossed by you, he found her behind the woods of guise, offered her hand, and pulled her out, out of that fake world, and that has made all the difference
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Feb 5, 2019
Feb 5, 2019 at 8:22 AM UTC
the difference
absence makes the heart grow fonder but what does it do to the rest of you? watery eyes, framed by damp lashes tear stained cheeks, mouth turned down but only at the tips arms, wrapped around your body thoughts, drifting between past and present fingers, mindlessly tracing the same patterns you used to draw on me but its okay my heart is fonder.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 3:38 AM UTC
.saudade
You make my brain do crazy things. You make my heart do crazy things. I look  at you and just can't look away... until you catch me and I don't know what to do. It's difficult for me to control what I feel, but I know I must be quite fond of you to feel this way.
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Aug 4, 2018
Aug 4, 2018 at 12:42 PM UTC
-you-
You must have kissed me a million times before , I thought to myself but today you kissed me and it was as if our lips did not recognize each other, and I couldn't even recall the last time you had kissed me. as I moved my lips and swirled my tongue, I realized our love was no longer young and we had grown apart without saying a word
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:46 PM UTC
fond absence
To describe her would be like looking at a waterfall. From afar, she captures your attention and up close you feel the mist known as her presence embrace you. Without a doubt, she is a beauty and her voice gushes warmth and intensity. However, when you get closer, She is soothing like a water stream and once inside, playfulness arises. Inside the water I am, can’t breathe, it’s like I swam in the most cavernous cascade ever. I am drenched with fear as I go under the fall, but as I further explore I am blocked by this stonewall.
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Jun 6, 2018
Jun 6, 2018 at 3:08 AM UTC
Waterfalls
I want to slip into the spots of the moon that you look at so fondly on the nights that you are about to break.
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Mar 28, 2018
Mar 28, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Spots of Moon
our time had differences, but we still have time to confess our feelings that is full of oppressed but you still love me, I guess? it's evening in our's, morning in your's dinner in our's, breakfast in your's different countries but similar emotions we're a couple but surrounded with oceans you're far but still i can feel you beside me the way you touches my skin in my own fantasy the way you caresses my cheeks like we're in reality i'm dreaming just because i love you baby but i want to wake up in this kind of dream this is kinda unhappy in this type of theme i want you now to be my girl officially please answer me 'yes' maybe? if you're not yet ready to answer my query i will court you everyday just to prove you my loyalty i am dignified to make you euphoric i love you, please answer me real quick... if your expecting a lot of efforts from me i'm sorry but i can only offer you my heart baby I love you so much baby like a blue moon, that will be an infinity lastly, you must be confused why the poem is entitled blue moon it means there's a forever existing in our's soon.
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Nov 28, 2017
Nov 28, 2017 at 5:51 PM UTC
Blue Moon
i pray to god that the memories of me stick in your mind like honey on a spoon i hope my laughter haunts you like the ghost in your apartment i hope my name burns in the back of your throat like all the liquor you'll drown yourself in in memory of me i know you feel so lost without me but god, i've never felt so free
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Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:56 PM UTC
Untitled
I walk out to the garden in the morning again ahhh how I feel winter's bone while yes it is August an it's hotter an hell but I hear that cold wind just a-moan an just a tinge of bittersweetness in how fast time has flown and why is it I that must always now roam? an why is it my leaf that's always windblown? sigh but I know no use just to wonder I must just embrace the unknown and yes as my aging bones they ache too an I feel the pangs of missing the sunshine an warm, as the winds are a-changin an the coldness now hangs those crystalized skies to soon form but sigh that's alright for Autumn comes first in beauty to see here unrivaled our winter is harsh tho poetically so, it's the way of my life my survival through perilous times conditions too much I have now have learned to be stoic an my father was too to rarely complain an I thought my dad was heroic he worked long and hard conditions or not, at least in of what I remember an his favorite of times well it was the fall starting here early September, the pies and the pumpkins the laughter and leaves in smells and in sights to delight the colorous splendor awaiting the drift covering the mountains in white so bring on the winds and the beautiful leaves as everything dead becomes new in everything seen and in seasons to pass, as I am reminded of you I say a most sincere and grateful thank you for my life. Ma Cherie © 2017
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Aug 16, 2017
Aug 16, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
as winds are a changin
I. Unfurrow an eyebrow Lie on pine needle bed, A pond to the left, Peach trees on the right, Standing like martyrs Whipped by the wind, their scent bleeding in the air, cracking your mirrors. Clouds safety pinned to the sky whisper behind your head. The tadpoles aren't the only ones choking. Staring back at you, unrecognized, not by choice, but by accident, the only friend left, rippling in the gossamer scarf. And time pulled the rug on you, do you regret it? II. And what did you do when it rained? You filled the pond with native tears, built the calm waters where your nose hovers, and despite your efforts, have nothing to show but upward, empty palms crying to the sky, a dry plead to set free your gaze. The only thing louder, screaming against the rattling leaves, is the silence, an old friend you thought had left you. Foolishly you welcome it, set it down by the hearth, ask where has it been, what other lovers has it known. You warm tea for two, and set out enough blankets for the year, clinked glasses and wished each other well, warmed by the fire, settled for the hard winter ahead.
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Sep 15, 2016
Sep 15, 2016 at 7:56 AM UTC
His Pond
Turning to Uncle Dai I wanted to speak but Motes flew sticking to his hat, greasy and soot blackened. Third generation drivers hat made from good dirt. Embers, hot, stole the air from lungs. They orange stars underfoot so surely had the tunnel transported us to the Southern hemisphere. Steam and boiling water releasing valves, driving pistons after clanging gates. Ruled over all and any utterance until That single silence born on the flash of ivory in the fireman's face. Son of the driver. To I playing role of grandson to follow and Dai's dar something in the smoke.
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Aug 11, 2016
Aug 11, 2016 at 7:04 AM UTC
I called him Uncle Dai
October 11, 2014, Saturday, 5:09PM I've come to a conclusion in which My mind is fond of finding A trace of your being – A constant reminder of what I could have had.
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Oct 10, 2015
Oct 10, 2015 at 6:42 AM UTC
Untitled
I had these moths flying around in my stomach Emptiness & cold ******* Every now and then I stepped down from my throne Entertained clowns and laughed at their jokes I even comforted fools Then suddenly I stumbled into you.. These moths turned into butterflies I bet you didn't even know our first kiss had me mesmerized Overwhelmed with excitement Having someone to complement my intellect was enticing You really are someone worth writing for Not to mention your worth riding for I could finally wear my crown without having to cover its shine Knowing your shine is just as bright as mine I guess I wouldn't have to say how it felt when I looked in your eyes Needless to say that's what woke up these butterflies
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Jul 14, 2015
Jul 14, 2015 at 12:00 AM UTC
King J
i like the smell of aftershave but i'm not very fond of the hair stubbles that poke me i like the smell of coffee but i'm not very fond of drinking it
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Jul 9, 2015
Jul 9, 2015 at 4:38 AM UTC
not very fond of
Stop kindling the fire. Wait until the embers are Enough to forge a season; To kiss hot skin to sleep Or to the raggedy edge, to tease; Not all for fun but again to feel The glowing ashes left in the pit Kept alight, I felt their heat And how they dwindle -- Stifled by the chill of passing time And the many crystalline branches Chipped from snowflakes "Winter must be cold for those with no warm memories..." The sentiment reduced to shards; You were my winter warmth, But it's my spring that Carries the frost
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Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 4:40 PM UTC
Winter Warmth
You stopped by to see me on your way out of town. You said you were headed west because the locals were bringing you down. As you sat across from me, I looked into your eyes. Then it hit, how much I'd miss my friend, as we said our good-byes. I stood on the darkened sidewalk beneath a lamp that wasn't lit, As you drove your car away from me, My heart broke a little bit. I would never tell a young man never to explore, Because nobody could have held me back in my days of yesteryore. A piece of me feels envy. I'm no longer a young man. If I were, then I would be with you, Hand in loving hand. Maybe once in a while think of me, When. like a stallion, you roam free. When you kiss the pretty ponies, Give a kiss for me. As you blaze your fiery trail until you reach the ocean shore, Remember that my heart is with you And shall be evermore.
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May 30, 2015
May 30, 2015 at 3:15 PM UTC
Farewell, My Fond Explorer