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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 10:55 PM UTC
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
Sep 29, 2013
Sep 29, 2013 at 6:29 PM UTC
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.
Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 12:13 AM UTC
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.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:47 PM UTC
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.
Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
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.
Jan 15, 2023
Jan 15, 2023 at 6:38 PM UTC