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Thank You
From the core of my damaged soul

Your time taken to read my thoughts
Are more precious to me than silver or gold


                        I am as blessed
                        As much as my work
                           Gets read

And so i forget my tribulations
For in writing my feelings-I am whole!!


All my best wishes
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An ode to everyone of you who takes the time to read my work!i believe im blessed because i am heard!i value your time for it nourishes my soul!

A big thank you for all of you who follows me!i hope im bringing something unto your hearts and minds!

I have 20 followers so far!i hope its just the beginning!you who follow me-i happily follow you too!

You bring hope to me-
You give me a reason to try
You make it all worthwhile!

I am deeply touched!

May you find hope most of all-for thats all we really have in this life!

I am not alone-

BECAUSE

Of

YOU!!!


Till next i write
Frederick
***
All I want
Is to forever
Be yours.
 Jan 2013 Warda Kashif
Anon C
Music
 Jan 2013 Warda Kashif
Anon C
What is this sound
melodic, pure, a feeling washes over me
one like jumping into a clear mountain spring
rushing through sand dunes giggling as I stumble
skydiving, knowing I am safe and will forever fly
this sound makes me want to listen always
like the birds singing and the winds whisper
the trees swaying telling their secrets
sunshine bathing me warming me to the core
the sound is your laughter
and it is my favorite music
if you would not mind laugh again please
I wish to dance
Roses aren't blue and violets aren't red
I can't comprehend why you're always in my head.
Everything I do it reminds me of you
And every time I sleep you are my loveliest dream.
You are the air that I breathe, the song that I sing
You are everything to me, you are my oxygen.
Without you, there's a hole in my heart
You love, are my bright shining star.
Your love nourishes me and it keeps me alive
I'm so grateful you are a part of my life.
If I said I didn't love you that would be a lie
You're sweeter than honey and sweeter than pie.
You're a part of me no matter what I do
If only I had the guts to say I love you.
When I touch you
The world melts away.
I close my eyes
To be with you completely.
Exploring your body
To Feel what you feel.
Speaking without speaking,
Listening to your unspoken thoughts.
Being in that perfect moment,
Blissfully giving into
Our desire...

We are two bodies connected,
With but a single touch.
xoxoxoxo
I can still smell you on my pillow.
The space beside me now empty,
The room dark and still.
Time moving slower,
As if to make me wait.
My mind drifting back
To the fire that burned
Just hours before.
The faint scratch marks
Throbbing warmly as I smile.
I close my eyes
And wait to dream you,
Back into my bed…
xoxoxoxoxo
What I am is a variable
          for this sake lets say W
I am the result of a personal equation
My truth is invariable
At least on this occasion

Multiply my changes(c) by 21
Those are the years I've spent beneath our sun
      21c
The purpose of this piece is
to formulate when my living begun

Divided by fear plus attraction
this will not be the only abstraction
As the sum will be added to a negative distraction
This is already becoming a complicated fraction
(21c)/-D+(F+A)

Fear is the number of years Ive spent
subservient
to my mind                


Attraction is the number of times
I've forsaken my chains
and made dollars out of nickles and dimes
This formula is not yet complete. I must take into account other determining factors
© January 15th, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
The following are three random poems I made up today

                                                                My Shirt

Red, black and grey
are the colors of my shirt today
It matches my shoes vans
A pair of blue jeans
in between
to represent my blues


                                                         ­                Comp Book

I started with 100 sheets
now there are 78
free from the mesh of madness
hidden beneath the grates

                                            
                                                                ­            Hats
I don't like to wear hats
well, I do like beanies
but this nonsense over fitted caps
is just an excuse for people to be meanies
© January 17th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
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