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wrapped into you, my love,
i cannot be closer,

the rains flood the rivers
with their green
summery banks,

nettles in the dead land,

a hint of the sun,

kisses, unforgettable,
lips made of falling seas.
 Jun 2016 Tin Ferrer
Eloi
I'm scared to get close and I hate being alone.

I long for that feeling to not feel at all.

The higher I get, the lower I'll sink.

I can't drown my demons, they know how to swim.
 Jun 2016 Tin Ferrer
K G
Little rapid tears
Letting myself fall
Noisy streams and it's mockery
A body prostate right between tall
Bored aloud ignore the right to be
My times a riddle that'll never be solved
Where the river ends the sun is coming down
Being free, being wild, being bulletproof
Ignorant in reality and tangled mound
Get inside and grow this crushing sound
I'm holding tightly to the water
Swimming in this flood
I can't sleep and I can't eat and I can't refuse
Wish I could change the way things are
Who knows where I'll end up, not a bit ashamed
What do I hend so I will find my way to my vessel?
Its completely casual to swim in a river of liquor
Awoken wet grass that was held up with a little speck
Vagabond of fulfillment, viewed as an pesky insect
Its completely unceremonious to be labeled parasite
Discolored or harmonious, I see myself as a skimming bolide
The tide is high
Heedless of all the warning signs
Bend me back
With the strength of imprisoned pride
On the brink of the day
Subtle frustration arrayed
Is this hope or air I crave?
 Jun 2016 Tin Ferrer
Viseract
Can't you see
You're smothering
My warming fire?

I love you
And I am proof
Filled with desire

I just wanna let go
Be the fire that melts the snow
Surrounding, your heart
And be your welcoming hearth

<3
Mmmmm... warm fire :) there's enough for two of us.... <3
Whilst I forlorn did appeal to thy aid,
My lay alone held up thy tender grace;
But now my civil verses are decayed,
But my frail spark does yield a place.
I bless, Sweet Swan, sweeter difference
Deserves the labor of a virtuous pen;
Yet what of thee this poet does invent
I steal of thee to pay it back again.
I lent thee honor; robbed such word
From that vessel; beauty too I give
To find it in thy roses which I ill afford,
The praise to you, in you it does live.
So give no thanks for that which I say,
For that loan I made you  do repay.
pure as the moon on darkening nights
radiant as the stars and growing, growing
bright as sunshine, gold, gleeful
warm warm warm
crisp and fresh as a spring breeze
full of life, deep roots gaining strength
gentle, gentle
buoyant as a bird's wing, joyous
freedom freedom freedom

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Messy as an unkempt room
scattered and complicated
desolate as the drying desert
burning burning burning
lost and mewling, blind as a cub
clumsy and careless
volatile as active volcanoes
destruction destruction destruction
cold as rain and tough as hail
harming, harming

Beyond the sun there is
*violence, violence
I want to be so bright
that people want to orbit around me
but i am a supernova
consuming all who stray too close
 Jun 2016 Tin Ferrer
Kara Jean
Situated in self caused misery
Her choices translucent
Influenced by a life of negativety
She filled her tub with murky water
Warm, a place filled to the tip with disgrace
A bed is shelter overhead,
comfort is never enough
In this vague interpretation of what is good,
she has stiffened posture
A symptom of exposure
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