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Laura Amstutz Jul 2017
mine favoritpersoner har altid været dem
med sand mellem tæerne
og bølger i tankerne
(for ikke at glemme salten på deres læber)
jeg synker al skylden for disse ting
- bliver kvalt
ligesom vandmelonfrøene
man ikke måtte sluge
som mor altid sagde
disse frø voksede til planter
der aldrig visnede
jeg har gemt kys som valuta
og skyld er bare frø
og kys er bare læber
men hvad er valutakursen på hukommelsen
Patrick Jul 28
I hear a knock upon my door. Or was it there inside my head, where only ever dread for the things in life I can't obtain remains; No matter how hard I may in one form or another train?

And so I'll sell a piece of my soul yet again; My price of admission to taste love's glory for but a momentary grin.

With you it was so much different.
My heart is still broke, but my real loss is more than conviction.
I lost my heart, my soul, my vision.
A future bleaker than a demonic prediction.

My mind is racing as I try to relax but thoughts of you come rushing back.

I try to close my eyes to snore but there's always a monster lurking behind memory's door.

And as I recalled I saw my cursed fate,
Always here to be here but never to stay.
I'm airport luggage thrown and lost,
Maybe sought another day.
But I'll still love you through any amount of pain.

I've loved before you but never loved in this way: So full of passion and love for who we both are and could be. I'd marry you now and yet I've never stopped you to say that you're such an invaluable friend, and I'm sorry I can't be okay and pretend that he's not the pefect man to heal your heart and share your pain.

I hate that I'm not only jealous but hurt when I shouldn't feel so deeply burnt by the girl that stole my heart; She's so far beyond my worth.

But she came at night and without a knife she took my heart off it's throne in life, and put it kneeling like she had the key. As if some Divine being that, before we had even met, had my heart beat.

Your love for him is clear even from afar,
And so my heart will beat forever subpar.

So confusing are you truly to me.
The one thing I know is you are the one to whom my soul and heart chose to leave me to be. 

Maybe heartless and soul-less should go hand in hand? Ripped from the body by something far greater than man. 
Something unknowingly more than human, yet divined by human hands.

Ill be content that while I'm still so broke, She can be healed and her love will help her float: And she can finally forgive herself for the wrongs He wrote.

She'll shoulder the pain and strife of life, 
With love beside her every night.
I can be okay but never better,
So I write to myself and you all this letter.

I'm high as a kite,
And just as exposed,
I will never not hear the call of my soul.

Depart away so you can hate me,
And close the chapter of my life called meaning.
I want only for you to be whole.
Regardless of cost, repercussion or role.

My love for you will live until dawn rises untouched by Earth's rock.

Yet ever haunting as a ghost who only ever knocks.
My weaknesses
Make me fear the invoked,
My mental creation,
That’s almost human
But vested with many powers
Meant to protect me
And make me
Conquer my fears.
What have I gained?
A vain virtuality
That gives more pain
Than joy!
Karijinbba Aug 24
Tonight there's a moon
full moon full of hope
Eclipsed blood-moon rising
over this fortress of mine
There on a hill near yet far
upon a pedestal of roses red
and flowers wild
lays my bare soul waiting
to be covered
with a blanket rudddy
milky silky
blanket of you

By the gates
of my rose garden
guard called heart
orders rushing let noone in
nobody but you you!

There on a hill revered
under a stump a grave
our child's coffin
my true love burried
my Sonet LXXV loot 75
Broken hearted
longed for the world to change
for me to find dig and return
back to my beloved
rich could now marry poor
keep or to forever forfit

Soon his project failed
As his letter read wife he had
misunderstood in me all it was
distrust apeared in heart
map entrusted enemy hid
thiefs my treasure found
two faced villains
No friends they were
kill me they'd plot
The RickPtC in you I adored
The Chinny Chin
pet in me you loved
to tragedy overnight turn'd

I alone in that grave
true love gone hidding
our coffin stolen
in pain I weep
mis-understood I go
No hand to pet me
nor treat
an eternity
I grieve

Revised 09/01/18
All rights reserved/True story.
While I slept into the pain of deniaL
By the unawarenes of youth yet not wise, this world took my all.
There was trail of graves stumps traitors and blood of innocents of my family,
born to cowardly die in the hands of malice jealousy and greed, which I in time I wanted nothing to do with any of those.
While I slept in that pain
the world crawned me queen
world could be changed rich could marry poor no more class divsions. All on the torch of free will the free will denied to me by the daughters and sons of God.for way too long.
A bit counseling would have helped me.too to be fair, one on one, face to face not just subject me to the psycho bull by mail and internet sending a man to video tape me nude, ink one big Bear that was ugly I still loved you..but your methods I rejected..
As you've done putting me under a microscope so shall all evil be returned to senders as I, all evil bind in Jesus name

.~All Rights Reserved- Excerpts from my me memoir book..
Matt Jursin Nov 2010
They say that there's a mathematical equation that explains everything in life.

But I say that not even physics bears an explanation for...the guidelines of attraction.
Our primal reactions are multiplied by...the highlights of passion.

These laws of love that linger like a lanterns lost illumination...
Like the campfire light on a clear night, leaves coals of culmination.

Sweat beads lead to bare threads and bare bodies.
And oh my, how bare bodies lead to imaginations running wild.

Cold winds inspire warm kisses and close skin.
Sincere actions aren't sins.

Bodies wound in union, formed by light and tightly bound.
Together, these twisted vines penetrate the hardest ground...
Together, harmonic souls produce passionate sounds.
Yet, still somehow, love gets lost more than love gets found.

This equation is unending...like numbers off lips that kiss the air.
Body language spoken...Our physical bonds equal eternity and pi squared.
And you know that every moment that we share is nothing short of...molecular love for the masses...
Now held captive by gravity and magnetism...

See, the last full moon marked retrograde...and if the moon affects the tide of the ocean...and our bodies are roughly 75% water...can we assume that this is the only body powerful enough to keep ours apart?

This gravity...
This pull...
It's pulling me apart...so let me pull you closer, stop pushing me away!
Hold on tight, dont let these planets drift away into a dark rift of decay.

Let your love lap upon this solid stone like a river riffles smooth sandbars into hills of higher ground.

Because baby, without your water on my beach...
I'm nothing but a desert, dry and deserted.
Love, the drug.
Chris Neilson May 2016
In '87 there was a band on at the Witchwood
called the Psycho Surgeons
head surgeon was wearing a surgeon's gown
wearing a surgeon's mask
wearing a surgeon's hair-net
delirium in the audience
the band played thrashing guitars
in front of a psychotic drummer
behind the masked, hair-netted front surgeon
2 songs in, off came the hair-net
3 songs in, off came the mask
4 songs in, off came the gown
a bare chested surgeon
now wearing civilian half nakedness
a huge sofa cushion appeared in the audience
from out of nowhere into my face
my beloved tinted specs flew into the moshing mob
the chaos relented for a moment
I searched the floor for my pride and joy
finding them in multiple smashed, crushed pieces
I could not see the band
I could hardly see my hand
in front of my be-cushioned face
I left the show early
as everything was blurry
how was I to know?
how a Psycho Surgeons show would go?
maybe the name was a giveaway.
after a sofa cushion ruined my day.
It's all true.
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