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Hannah Christina May 2018
be gin and it seems there is so much time left / pro ceed ing and speed ing much fast er a gain / craw ling and march ing the mo ments count down / the tick ing grows loud er the se cond hand 's shou ting and fas ter yet slo wly i'm fro zen a sleep / i'm thin king in slo mo time's spee ding and surg ing a round de com pos ing and what do i mean  ? what can i show for the min utes i'm was ting ? i need to be mov ing like there 's no time left / can i get some where make some thing be fore the end ? move me to trust you build some thing be cause I can 't / ev er y se cond i'm dying i need your breath /
Trying something a bit different than my usual form.
Edits made 5/27/18
JCabanilla Feb 2020
Eyes that reflected all the colors of blue,
And lips that never utters the truth.
Ears that is tired of listening with all of the request and lies,
and a million pieces of heart because of heartbreaks and cries.

She's always been the se cond choice,
She's tired of being always the bridge, for being always Eros' substitute.
She's been the one call away friend in a one sided friendship,
and now she can't keep the act as happy go lucky girl in front of the public.

She have the rainbow in her smile,
but there's a swelling storm in her eyes.
She have the brightest morning in her laugh,
but there's a depths of despair inside her mind.

She love him for the first time,
She never knew she'd be falling to deep.
She laid her eyes only to him,
She never knew it was hard to look away.

He is the reason of her smiles,
He is the reason why she listened to all the lies.
He is the reason of her every night cries,
He is the reason why she lost without giving a fight.

She have loved her for a short moment of time,
He have made her heart beats out of rhyme.
She made a great mistake of confessing,
He have made a decision that he doesn't have any feelings.

She was summer and she met her storm,
He was the storm and destroyed the summer.
She was the sun and she met her moon,
He was the moon and gave cold response to the sun.

She wanted to scream,
She wanted to tell that her world was so dim.
She wanted to say,
I don't want to be just your friend to call away.
Written by: EtrypoRevol
Martin Meek Sep 2017
Oh to see the ocean.
Wave back and fourth.
And watch it touch​ the sand.
The sand creeps up to the land.
Eaging to the green grass.
Leaving grans of hope behind.
The smooth grass evergreen​.
Grows ever wild.
Oh what a garden.
Trees grow up to touch the sky.
Birds chirp beautiful music.
As life grows one at a time.
In the garden called Eden.
Man created in God's own image.
Gives way to woman with his rib.
Gives way to God's vision.
Oh but man ane woman fall.
They help give way to sin.
As they are helped.
Cond in to eating from the tree.
God called it the tree of good and evil.
God knows and sees all.
He new what they had done.
He vacwished them from the garden.
Oh what a life.
To always be on the outside looking in.
Always having to plead for love.
God heard us.
He sent his son.
To set us free from Satan's chains.
He died on a cross for you and me.
And for that I say thank you amen.
The end...
nvinn fonia Feb 28
(defun zzppr (num)
  (cond


          ((zerop num) (print "Zerothe fckinnsqurrlls"))
    ((evenp num) (print "Even/// end off life"))
    (t (print "ballonyyi")))        (when (> num 80) (print "Big_apes chassiinn me "))
)

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