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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
Armed Candy
He sat on his chair In his desk In a place he called heel She walked In a place she hated She bnamed hell He sighed Decided to take a break And walked through hell towards heaven She sighed She was stressing So she went for a walk to heaven He sat on a chair And loathed himself He loved heaven but was still in hell She walked into a room With a man on a chair She frowned for hell made it all worse He silently wept With no tears He needed respite from hell she teared With no tears She needed respite from hell He looked into memory But found nothing His life was a series of hells She looked into her mind But found nothing Her life was a series of hells Where He thought in despair Where She thought In despair He looked up About to scream And saw her She looked around About to cry And saw him She was amazing Beautiful Captivating He was amazing Handsome Captivating She smiled And he cried Inwardly He smiled And she hoped Inwardly He looked upon his life And finally Took a chance She looked upon her life Almost cried And took a chance He stood up Went to her And said one syllable She stared As he walked up And said one syllable He despaired For she didn't say anything And turned She grasped His shoulder with desperation And begged with her eyes He turned And smiled A true smile She smiled A true smile He caused it He started a conversation A conversation Of a lifetime She chatted Without thinking She just let her toung work He hoped Something he never did Something he liked She hoped Not a false hope A true hope He left With her number And hope in his heart She left With hope and fear Would he call her He lay down But didn't sleep He thought She lay down But didn't sleep She thought He smiled A true smile A Happy smile She smiled A true smile A Happy smile He slept Like never before For he had never truly slept She slept Like never before For she always dreamed He woke up And smiled He had slept She woke up And smiled She hadn't dreamed He called her And made something Love She answered And felt something Love TRUE LOVE SUCH AS NEVER FELT YET IT WAS REAL FOR THEY FELT IT AND FEELINGS ARE TO BE TRUSTED? ???? They laughed They were not he cand she They were they
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Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
A LOVE STORY
He sat on his chair In his desk In a place he called heel She walked In a place she hated She bnamed hell He sighed Decided to take a break And walked through hell towards heaven She sighed She was stressing So she went for a walk to heaven He sat on a chair And loathed himself He loved heaven but was still in hell She walked into a room With a man on a chair She frowned for hell made it all worse He silently wept With no tears He needed respite from hell she teared With no tears She needed respite from hell He looked into memory But found nothing His life was a series of hells She looked into her mind But found nothing Her life was a series of hells Where He thought in despair Where She thought In despair He looked up About to scream And saw her She looked around About to cry And saw him She was amazing Beautiful Captivating He was amazing Handsome Captivating She smiled And he cried Inwardly He smiled And she hoped Inwardly He looked upon his life And finally Took a chance She looked upon her life Almost cried And took a chance He stood up Went to her And said one syllable She stared As he walked up And said one syllable He despaired For she didn't say anything And turned She grasped His shoulder with desperation And begged with her eyes He turned And smiled A true smile She smiled A true smile He caused it He started a conversation A conversation Of a lifetime She chatted Without thinking She just let her toung work He hoped Something he never did Something he liked She hoped Not a false hope A true hope He left With her number And hope in his heart She left With hope and fear Would he call her He lay down But didn't sleep He thought She lay down But didn't sleep She thought He smiled A true smile A Happy smile She smiled A true smile A Happy smile He slept Like never before For he had never truly slept She slept Like never before For she always dreamed He woke up And smiled He had slept She woke up And smiled She hadn't dreamed He called her And made something Love She answered And felt something Love TRUE LOVE SUCH AS NEVER FELT YET IT WAS REAL FOR THEY FELT IT AND FEELINGS ARE TO BE TRUSTED? ???? They laughed They were not he cand she They were they
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When the train cand through our little slice of the world, we’d laugh when we heard its whistle blow—long and loud, like nights in New Orleans—and how we’d weep if the conductor ever died. The stars would shine because they have little else to do on those cold nights. We’d huddle together near the fireplace and turn behind us to point at our shadows on the wall. You always made your shadows into such pretty things; I was too clumsy to make anything beautiful. And I wasn’t able to keep anything beautiful for very long, either. So when you left, I didn’t really need an explanation. Sometimes, if I listen close enough, I still hear you laugh when the train blows its whistle.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
Whistle in the Wind
My secret? I hide in the shadow hidden by the light of my smile. Its the best sanctuary for no one cand find it. It disappears when light is shined on. Yet it engulfs me when night falls. But darkness hides everything. No one sees the pain, so therefore it dose not exist. Out of sight, out of mind. My secret? My sole is being shredded on the inside. Knives scratching away at my innards. I hold my shattered peaches together just long enough to drop them in my bed. My secret? It's all a lie. Every smile, every laugh, every drop of love is poisoned by a faceless enemy. The agony becoming to much to bear. My secret? I was about to destroy it all. And then he saved me. My secret? He saved my sole and he dosnt even know. He peaced me back together one stitch at a time. He never turned away or walked out the door. When the night came he became the light. Shinning every corner of every second. Leaving no place for the night to invade. My secret? I love him. And alway will.
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Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
My secret
That orb of the even’g sun sets in clouds, And storms have ent’red that somber nightly shroud, O'er golden streamlets, and forests all around, The dy’ng day hidd’n behind sun’s golden mound. So is that beauty which you hold in lease, beauty, full of cand’r and does never cease, while I bend and I low’r my sight and head, And worship your gay smiles, as is said. Unmiss’d by creation joyous and vast, Still chill’d in the light, soon I shall have cast, Will that beauty die with her guileless heart, Leaving me enslav’d, as so it did start. Fortune; chances of where my soul is lost, While I roam through life couni’g the final cost.
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
Setting sun
la gara se vând flori și fire de vânt strecurate printre vitralii fier lovit de dinți încep să văd detalii. oase, vene și alte romantice orori. frigul ăsta mi-l fac vară. o sun pe mama să-i spun că a născut o avalanșă. şi ofilesc. orașul un amalgam de cărămidă prăfoasă, poduri rabatabile și geamuri pustii și luminate atât de frumos nu înțeleg de ce nu *** să trăiesc mai îndeajuns. în soare cu dinți și în ploaie torențială, mamă trăiesc o viață pentru amândouă. mă salut cu toată lumea necunoscută de pe stradă și îmi cumpăr flori odată pe săptămână eu și sănătatea mea puerilă. stau și fumez 3, 4, 5 țigări pe zi câteodată niciuna și admir umbrele nopții. cand tremur seara parcă nu mai sunt singură.
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Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:38 PM UTC
frigul mușcă din oase