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~read Vanesa rue~ *so, so very proud, happy ecstatic, to be your first follower, our provision re notating the prevision exactitude of when our dreams occur, reoccur and provisionally come true,* which why we makes us to never doubt, why it is we write: for the purest satisfactions of being a renewable, an inexcusable, an alive, breathtaking wonder, of being a being poem*
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Sep 28, 2025
Sep 28, 2025 at 7:43 AM UTC
~read Vanesa rue (past)~read Vanesa rue (present)~read Vanessa, or rue the future
Two Lost and Found butterflies. Tears rolling down. The most rewarding scenery is the landscape of the lovers innermost feelings and emotions  for each other and both twin butterflies. Surely a twin's true love that never failed, even bottled in a dark dungeon- it still holds evidence of greatest reigns plotted since eges past. Like a diamond polished, unworned by its true queen. Its still a diamond grown in greatest friction and much heat. A fire burning for the longest time. Yes it may now be in the finger of the greedy liar divider murderer on speed. The evil trashing defamatrex Is still a great Impostor ****** a true queen bee's, first landscape pradise. Forgive my metaphorical poor grade here. I am still no poetess Just a tragic true life kinder Garten observer of sorts. A possible self portrait of loss and undying grief Drowning in true events that inexplicably give me life worth living. Its essence,the magic of true love, lost and found, found and lost, And against all odds,retained wiithin its infinite truth poweted only by eternal love and gratitud. I remain in love, my beloved's pure loves ashes, that heals me to my core And I'm no longer lost nor alone. My lonely thorny crooked path, i have left behind. -------- By: Karijinbba Mr and Mrs Andrews the oainting. Rddbba All Rights Reserved.
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May 16, 2025
May 16, 2025 at 11:20 AM UTC
2 Dimond & ruby butterflies
*** After but a moment, Drowning in a sea of confusion, All hope dashed against rocks of despair, Her firm resolve culminates in V I O L E N C E . . . S i l e n c e... "For the one who has died has been acquitted from his sin."—Romans 6:7 After but a moment, The maiden awakens To peaceful surroundings. "...Why are you causing noisy confusion and weeping? The young child has not died, but is sleeping." "Then, taking the hand of the child, he said to her, 'Tal'i-tha cu'mi,' which, when translated, means: 'Little girl, I say to you, get up!'"—Mark 5:39, 41 Her eyes slowly adjust as Her recognition rushes With audible cries of joy: "My Mother... My Father... You look so much younger, you do! My Brother... and the others! Could this really be true?" As the sun shines, our eyes rain thousands of tears For the thousands of years of exquisite delight before us. "...and he said that something should be given her to eat."—Mark 5:43 She feasts on curing fruit, and does willingly stoop To drink from the river of water of life. "In the reflection I see What could have been, What should have been, Yes, what now is true for me!" Oh, Vanessa, what grand, joyful reunion! Love... Joy... Peace... Innocence of youth reclaimed! Please sing me a new song, my darling girl. Please sing me a new song again. "Do not be amazed at this, for the hour is coming in which all those in the memorial tombs will hear his voice and come out..."—John 5:28, 29
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Oct 19, 2019
Oct 19, 2019 at 1:07 AM UTC
Vanessa's Song
I’ve come so far Did it leave a mark? How big is the scar? Somehow I misunderstood and the fragility was mine Space and time immortal in the moment But the moment after that... is the one which won't relent
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Aug 6, 2018
Aug 6, 2018 at 1:47 AM UTC
Consequence
I started this way, but to my dismay, life had other plans A day like any other, to make and break the world At the time it seemed to be.. Rationality, As if I had a choice, I thought I took a chance Renouncing doubt I dove in, To pay the fee and get it out, the finite and allotted amount. Alas it doesn't work that way. 15 years have come and gone, From this side of forever... it doesn't seem so long I didn't realize at the time This story would be mine
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Aug 3, 2018
Aug 3, 2018 at 8:58 PM UTC
Expect the unexpected
I could never describe what I am feeling within this black ink upon the page this betrayal that sinks into my chest and grabs hold within I try to breathe you have a knife to my throat and I long to be happy it’s strange how you’re gone long days of laughter now filled with emptiness but I’d rather be empty than be with you you make my blood scream you make my hair stand up you make my eyes swing around in my head I feel unsafe that my secrets lay between couch cushions like lost change I wish I could take them back wrap them up and hide it under the bed I wish I could build walls I climb up the ladder but it is slick and I fall further back down every time and soon there is no place left to fall except the floor where I lay in the exact spot you left me I can’t live in the place I was controlled and refrained like a bad habit I’m lost with you but I’m found without you while we were together we were also far apart maybe losing this will bring me up even though everyone says I’m bound to be brought down but I believe in happiness I have worshiped the thought of it held it at my fingertips and watch as it refused to be touched this is me telling you that I am strong stronger then the weights you tie at my ankles and i am sorry that my idea of happiness is something you despise but I am here to say live with it like I’ll live without you
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Aug 10, 2015
Aug 10, 2015 at 12:28 AM UTC
TO THE PEOPLE WHO BRING ME DOWN
*"I got a rose today. Beautiful with it's broken thorns, and ii's missing petals. Bright with it's breath-taking colors and it's smart appearance Delicate With it's infatuating ways and it's sensible body Confusing for I can't tell if it's naked or that's the only dress it has."* **"I got a rose today, Beautiful, Bright, Delicate, Confusing, and her name is Vanessa."**
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Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 6:22 PM UTC
He once said,
There’s a burning in her eyes, High reaching lace like a poison choker, Hands around a swan’s throat, She’s the type who would ****** the world, Then break its neck, But even then, she still spits poetry every time she speaks, Everyone has their curses, She hides hers in the darkness.
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 3:06 PM UTC
Ives