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"discoverd" poems
Scientists have discoverd the same flexibiliy in thoughts that leads to creativity; can also lead in some individuals to mental illness.
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Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 3:05 AM UTC
truth be told.
my life is a toolbox waiting to be discoverd so someone will no whats inside so that God can use the tools within and cunstruct a better toolshed
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Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 8:37 AM UTC
my life is a toolbox
I fell in love with a soul like yours somewhere in a past life and a life yet lived and in some lost fold in time in this life. We were once forbidden lovers and once jealous husband and wife that ended in ****** or suicide and once boy and girl sharing a first kiss and a first this and a first that in the back seat of a stolen car. I didn't know you at the time but I recognized that you had her smile and shy lust hiding in between the color of your eyes. I remembered that first kiss before I discoverd your new name and couldn't make a sound with my voice, luckily in that story you carved me out of my shell with a glance and a drink after drink and took me home to your bed and you showed me the skin of your heart and the pulse of your magic and sheets. And I got lost between you being her and her being you and found that we were just the same two souls going round and around in this life after life cruel to be kind cycle and I know I had nothing to fear from death becauseI knew I would find you wearing her smile and she would be born again and again in your soft white porcelain skin
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Oct 30, 2016
Oct 30, 2016 at 7:10 PM UTC
a soul like yours
Their is no love in the mist but i just discoverd a beatiful myth but baby i wonna lean in only if you let me but give me a beatufil kiss just so you know what my heart is saying..Thrust my heart with my own sword and i'll be the responcible one for my own death..live one hundread years until you take your last breath of life....if you see love in my eyes but my heart does not have love in my soul kill me with no Love
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Nov 19, 2014
Nov 19, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
No love
No one is here It's empty, she said It's cold, she whispered It's dark, she thought "Forever alone" they laughed "Forever alone" she cried She's a viral joke yet to be said She's a mystery yet to be solved She's a safe yet to be discoverd She is Jane Doe
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Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 1:43 AM UTC
Jane Doe
I have discoverd Through ink And parchment Paint and canvass Paper and poem Pillow and cloud The miracle of you Nothing quite as Lovely or equisite Beautiful and true As your hearts warmth And souls light As the endless oceans And Vincent blues And madness Swirling in the magic Of the starry night Of your eyes Beyond sands of hour And hands of time I will paint With my every breath These words Again and Again I Love You
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Jul 13, 2016
Jul 13, 2016 at 5:41 AM UTC
I have discoverd
*Everyday Cloud pillows Laugh and play Before my eyes and Beneath my skin All day long My heart a puppy as Blank pages fill with Painted words from Walking dreams Free from fears within My lust for love in The chambers of my heart Truth of gold and Buried truth and Ache and hurt and Storm and dream For your name Carved in tree I wait beneath Your every breath In helpless state Dreams do bind in This pleasant dreaming Where your heart was bloomed Haunting Countless moons with These mad visions With suns heart and breath I fall to death and I welcome moon and star and Clouds whisper Everyday and every moment I have discoverd The miracle of paper* On which I have written These thirty-six poems All ending in With the same words And I could do the same Another thirty-six days Or thirty-six years Or thirty-six forevers And feel nothing But grateful For each time Each moment I had been Lucky enough To feel them To the point That I had to Put blood to heart Pull soul from marrow And put pen to paper And write them Once again I love you
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Jul 15, 2016
Jul 15, 2016 at 5:04 AM UTC
Thirty-six days
We were dropped into this world, created , unborned. Me and a Girl woke up in this life , curious, alone. We loved in the begining Then our dreams started manifesting sins And we discoverd we could hurt each other So We wanted to be rich. We wanted to have power We wated to deviate and become free from one another. So i learned the economical structure of human nature. I manipulated my thoughts Stimulated my behaviour. Left the enemy confused , poor and in danger I won the first battle And that's how the war began I used A hidden system that doesn't easily reveal itself A system that uses Feelings as its currency A knwoledge of energy, and ability To make the other Feel infinitely what the mind's will command It could give great power or make the other weak instead. If you know what i am saying you're from my breed And if you still use banking , you'll follow my girl's destiny. Words Of Harfouchism
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Apr 19, 2020
Apr 19, 2020 at 7:02 AM UTC
The First Currency