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DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, dreaming is my official drug;} some wound some abuse came to an ache a demand things I wont suppose an understand ought for them to **** brought to me bruised with arms no one to fill why does it make me mad quickly to the rush if your eyes I hand corner stances of broken promises landing to your palm scratches I seem to beg my lips to kiss to calm I hate to admit it but I got it bad to that devilish sword whispers of magic into my mind taste of words cutting my limbs in crap drowning my heavens in a trap cause maybe then I dream on the moment unpast unseen think your feels would come to me horror of a real I disbelieve or not come to the sleeping nights I don't need or not embrace the lots adore me in free fly my stars to a miraculous scene so resented so loved yet so hard to redeem -------ravenfeels
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Apr 19, 2021
Apr 19, 2021 at 4:13 PM UTC
Hope Is A Dangerous Thing For A Woman Like Me To Have
Black as a cat, purrs like a cat, acts like a cat. Even a bell hangs from his neck. Every trait of a cat. Emerald eyes and blonde hair. Sweet puns and romantic kisses. Who wouldn’t want a love such as Cat Noir? Try as he may to woo the lady of luck. The ladybug. Soon he’ll show her, soon the Lady of luck and the heart of the cat will become one. A few more puns and saving should pay off in the end. This kitty just has to wait a little longer. A kitty as black as night. Eyes belonging to those of an emerald. Hair like gold and a heart made of sugar can make you melt the minute you lay your eyes upon him. Cat Noir is his name, and LadyNoir is his ship to sail.
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
Black Cat
Icy blue eyes. Frozen white fur. Surrounded by rage and pain. A boy with beautiful emerald eyes and blonde hair. Now became icy and cold. By the touch, you’d feel shivers and chills at the bottom of your spine. Under his control you were. Risking death in a fight to save your friend. Red and black spots were the first things you spotted. Unlike any normal spots, you’d seen before. The spots you recognized quickly, it didn’t even take too long. Icy cold breath pressed against your cheek as he glared straight at you. The one you called a friend and the one everyone called Hero was staring you down longingly. The surrounding temperature. The surrounding temperature grew in worse freezing pleasure as blue freezing light-filled your vision. He would freeze you. You’d known long before he thought to do it. Dashing out of the way, your head felt icy and cold. Freezing cold… Your fingertips ran past the top of it carefully. Your surprise, the tips of your skull were deep covered with stalling ice flakes.  Your first thought was to rise and face him again. But now something seemed different. A light-hearted shadow covered your body as the same red and black spots, your eyes traced. Like a ladybug…. The colors resembled.
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Jan 27, 2021
Jan 27, 2021 at 11:13 PM UTC
Blue Spots
Was it a fluke, or something more? The answer remains to be seen, but That expression in your eyes Makes me want to believe
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May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 12:24 PM UTC
miraculous
the clouds are grey and stormy tonight i sigh as i let the rain soak into my skin cold and shivering, i look for a light there is none and i know i cannot win i feel the rain pour and it slowly stops at least in a circle that i am inside i see an umbrella blocking the drops and i know he is there with all of his stride
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Apr 13, 2020
Apr 13, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
rainy days
This lonely world, I'll hold your hand I'll pick you up I'll help you stand If you can't relate If these of you don't exist I'll still get it done: Miraculous
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Feb 2, 2020
Feb 2, 2020 at 6:14 PM UTC
Sentience Part 22 (Miraculous)
Words swim as a swan Or sentences fly as a bird Or rhythms sing as of a musician’s music Or alphabets dance as of a peacock’s feather Don’t know how it happens my Lord Some miracle playing with your help Which help to write some powerful words As it is made for your heavenly earth It bring much peace in inner depth To write more and more with no limit But remember, it is not an occurrence It is the influence of few motivators Who mould us to believe in our powers And miracle happen to those Who believes to move Without a stop And they are the ones Who are blessed With a miraculous grace
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Dec 1, 2019
Dec 1, 2019 at 10:56 PM UTC
MIRACULOUS GRACE
Look at your hand There is a sparkle of Enhancing light started to sprinkle from it. There is a magical universe Blazing from your hand. Say it as magic or illusion. You are the one who can do These miraculous things. Unveil the wonders Your hand can do. Recoganize yourself There is the creater hiding Within you. The one Who can make every Impossible things into possible. Realize it. You are ruler of What you want to become. Believe in you.
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Apr 4, 2019
Apr 4, 2019 at 2:53 PM UTC
Believe In You
It has been said that ‘the Spirit of God moves in mysterious ways’ and that those whom it touches are blessed throughout their days. It also makes them say and do many wonderful or miraculous things which then confirms the saying that ‘Heaven on earth down it brings’.
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Mar 19, 2019
Mar 19, 2019 at 4:40 AM UTC
Quatrain #367 - It has been said that .....
( Sonnet ) . Out Doors Shout Floors, Whispering Wrings, Wilding Wings, Emptin­ess Full, Loneliness Unruled, Angels' Spirituals.
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Sep 8, 2016
Sep 8, 2016 at 5:45 PM UTC
Song of Birds
Please be honest Um... Are you… Fabricating scenes of wonder? Wax the wanting and the thunder! Would a soul saved justify this devilry? Not for zeal, but for saving face, we Carry on, ...See? But I can’t seem to find what you have Can’t seem to find the true path Smash-cut to the fine line Close-up of the steep climb Seems the higher the places, the duller the faces; I’m put through my paces I tighten my laces The fear on my face, it belies my complacency
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Nov 27, 2015
Nov 27, 2015 at 9:47 PM UTC
Better tell it true
. Out Doors Shout Floors, Whispering Wrings Wilding Wings, Emptiness Full, Loneliness Unruled, Spiritual Angels.
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Sep 5, 2014
Sep 5, 2014 at 6:49 PM UTC
Songbird Sonnet
That there is something, from nothing; that there is anything at all, is a tireless miracle. Simply being is profound.
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Apr 11, 2014
Apr 11, 2014 at 3:53 PM UTC
the profundity of being