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"compacity" poems
How long is forever? It's longer than you Longer than me After my heart stops beating Longer than love Longer than hate After my feeling for you have fade And I can't remember your name Longer than my bones And my veins And the compacity of my soul On end to end Far longer than the earth After the sun has got to rest And longer than when the red glow Is all that is left And when the universe shrivels to dust And if it begins again Or if it grows with nothing but darkness Forever is longer than any of those put together How long is forever? I don't know Maybe it really is When our hearts take the final beat
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May 29, 2017
May 29, 2017 at 12:31 PM UTC
Forever
She said she just wants the simple life for us. but gives into the lust of finer things. You aim to figure me out but can not solve your own complexities. Then wonder why I won't let you in? My skin is too thick from the hard road. It protects my adamant heart. I am at compacity with all these **** memories. Nights where claims of hate turned hard thrusts into a soft body. Tattoos of teeth marks on my shoulder Waterfalls pouring down my leg and screams of false love with each warm ****** given against this cold wall. So you see, the way is shut for you. You cannot become a thought. Only a forgotten
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Jan 1, 2015
Jan 1, 2015 at 10:06 PM UTC
Untitled
If anyone, I thought you'd be the one to look past natural beauty If anyone, You thought I was special, and be there til thee End, Like a book case, filled to compacity, it's not the last of me This isn't blasphemy, just a blast for you, and a cup of tea But, I was the sweetener, and the reasoner for this measure But it's not up to scale, I'm on the rail, waiting for the weather To, Clear up, or whether or not you would to My memory's hazy, and you're not too hasty to The point it drives me crazy Or, Am i just an average guy Who goes on every endeavor, so i can fly With a halo, and some wings, when i die?
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Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 6:06 AM UTC
Impatient.
I am at compacity with all these **** memories. The words I say are not mine. Knowing what I did, I can't go on... I've killed myself.
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 7:28 AM UTC
Inflicted
One of few words that has no other definition but itself both written and referenced with many synonyms similar a muse universal and familiar adds shade for heated hearts all quite red like a rose it is it's own unique beauty, long stemmed Love it is nothing but... everything. not Lust or Covet, for they are too brazen and carnal with their hunger unlike Love, which fills the need steadily--in time, relieving the craving, leaving contentment then feeding others without requirement of payment... not Adoration or Crush because they are still children without the understanding or compacity for self-sacrifice which Love is familiar to like years unconditional this trust is a marriage between naïve and wise... not Passion or zealous Desire, due to their one-sided tunnel vision without compromise or sway, almost indifferent to all else but the prize at the end; for Love has it's eyes in everyday at all times in your corner not Like or Fondness, for they are weak in emotional life, half devoted and half way gone waiting for the other to finish a simple thought indifference is not a line to cross; because Love cares for both itself and yours and all the other, "love thy neighbor as thy brother" love is willing to carry the weight always keen to always wait no matter how long or how late... It is so wonderfully loyal Love is that it is at often times motivated by a blindness for only it's devotion; but true Love does not worship and sometimes must let go to preserve it's integrity, for if it is real it will return with more fuel for the fire to light the warmth of our hearth higher... Love commits fully even unto death, whether star-crossed or over time's deepening breath, it is defined by each and all it's own victory and story... Still, one of the most difficult things is to fall in Love and never understand it but you know it like a lullaby from infancy she whispers to you do not fear Love is always here.
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Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 7:43 PM UTC
ONE OF THE MOST DIFFICULT THINGS
One of few words that has no other definition but itself both written and referenced with many synonyms similar a muse universal and familiar adds shade for heated hearts all quite red like a rose it is it's own unique beauty, long stemmed Love it is nothing but... everything. not Lust or Covet, for they are too brazen and carnal with their hunger unlike Love, which fills the need steadily--in time, relieving the craving, leaving contentment then feeding others without requirement of payment... not Adoration or Crush because they are still children without the understanding or compacity for self-sacrifice which Love is familiar to like years unconditional this trust is a marriage between naïve and wise... not Passion or zealous Desire, due to their one-sided tunnel vision without compromise or sway, almost indifferent to all else but the prize at the end; for Love has it's eyes in everyday at all times in your corner not Like or Fondness, for they are weak in emotional life, half devoted and half way gone waiting for the other to finish a simple thought indifference is not a line to cross; because Love cares for both itself and yours and all the other, "love thy neighbor as thy brother" love is willing to carry the weight always keen to always wait no matter how long or how late... It is so wonderfully loyal Love is that it is at often times motivated by a blindness for only it's devotion; but true Love does not worship and sometimes must let go to preserve it's integrity, for if it is real it will return with more fuel for the fire to light the warmth of our hearth higher... Love commits fully even unto death, whether star-crossed or over time's deepening breath, it is defined by each and all it's own victory and story... Still, one of the most difficult things is to fall in Love and never understand it but you know it like a lullaby from infancy she whispers to you do not fear Love is always here.
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