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  Feb 2015 the-devil-is-real
Holly
Cuts heal,
The memories stay,
Scars fade,
But i'm not okay.
A girl who understands who we are
Busy and renowned, here and far
She is another friend I have here
Perhaps the one that is sort of near
She is one of two
What did I do?
To deserve her as my friend?
We like the same things....until the very end
She is the second friend I talk to :D
  Jan 2015 the-devil-is-real
Feel
scorned, disapproved, disdained, disliked,
hatred, derision, complains alike,
idioms and jargon, thoroughly unfathomed,
now here I thought, we've lost our rhythm.

nice to see, we've all agreed,
inside our minds, our love that bleeds,
phrases and words, means naught now,
has it been you saying, “Not right now!”

understand this, my friend of many years,
all is now lost, except for longing tears.
  Jan 2015 the-devil-is-real
ryn
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A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's the tears that trickle with radiance through words.
     It's a treasure trove that hides but longs to
     be found.
          It's a book shelved high that wants to
          be read.
               It's the freest of all birds caged but
               unbound...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't beat to the capable strokes of the artist.
     It doesn't pump in the most vibrant of
     colours.
          It doesn't wield a paintbrush to
          translate its thoughts.
               But it can see through the eyes of
               painters...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It doesn't conform to the conventional parameters of lyrics.
     It doesn't bind itself to the requirements
     of musical harmony.
          It doesn't follow the conventions of
          genres.
               But it sings its voice loud without
               restrictions of melody...

A poet's heart isn't like any other...
It's an open secret, that whispers in metaphoric codes.
     It's an exploding universe, that merges
     back into galaxies.
          It's a sought after painting, that boasts
          of unfathomable beauty.
               It's an everlasting song, that echoes
               within the poet that embodies...
.
Dedicated to all of you...

If you're reading this...
This is for you...
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things that fall:
petals
teardrops
snowflakes
rain
stars
time
shadows
leaves
­the sun
and me
for you
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