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"gazillion" poems
The thorn of the blue roses seems so red, Bloated carcasses finding their way out, The scars..can't you see it? it's still red Happy, sometimes is one in a million, Billion people, gazillion emotions Pain could be an angel, Pain could be a python
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Mar 21, 2014
Mar 21, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC
Pain
you're not your hair: you can cut it dye it curl it straighten it shave it bend it twist it; you're not your face: you can hide it under layers of make-up you can put on lenses you can change your face in a matter of minutes; you're not your skin: you can cut it draw on it bite it tear it; you're not your body: you can lose weight gain weight; you're not your clothes: strip them off; never reduce yourself to a colour a number an adjective a noun never reduce yourself to a simple word you are the thoughts you have at 3 a.m. the lame jokes you tell your friends the art you create the books you read the pages you have dog-eared the quotes you have highlighted the coffee you never finished drinking the movie you watch after midnight, wrapped in a blanket the chocolate cake you ate that night with that girl the slice of pizza you could've eaten but you gave to your best friend the kiss that still burns on your lips the cigarettes that sting in your lungs long after you smoked them the dreams you dream the worlds you build in your mind the song that's stuck in your head the moments you're in the shower the iloveyous the ikindaguessilikeyous the icareforyous the seeyoulaters the words you say the smiles you smile the laughs you laugh the loves you love the hates you hate you are an entire universe: you're stars and planets and galaxies and asteroids and comets you are a cosmos trapped in a shell. you are a gazillion worlds locked in a human cage. never think of yourself as of anything less.
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Mar 31, 2014
Mar 31, 2014 at 7:49 PM UTC
if you're looking for a sign not to **** yourself tonight, this is it
you're not your hair: you can cut it dye it curl it straighten it shave it bend it twist it; you're not your face: you can hide it under layers of make-up you can put on lenses you can change your face in a matter of minutes; you're not your skin: you can cut it draw on it bite it tear it; you're not your body: you can lose weight gain weight; you're not your clothes: strip them off; never reduce yourself to a colour a number an adjective a noun never reduce yourself to a simple word you are the thoughts you have at 3 a.m. the lame jokes you tell your friends the art you create the books you read the pages you have dog-eared the quotes you have highlighted the coffee you never finished drinking the movie you watch after midnight, wrapped in a blanket the chocolate cake you ate that night with that girl the slice of pizza you could've eaten but you gave to your best friend the kiss that still burns on your lips the cigarettes that sting in your lungs long after you smoked them the dreams you dream the worlds you build in your mind the song that's stuck in your head the moments you're in the shower the iloveyous the ikindaguessilikeyous the icareforyous the seeyoulaters the words you say the smiles you smile the laughs you laugh the loves you love the hates you hate you are an entire universe: you're stars and planets and galaxies and asteroids and comets you are a cosmos trapped in a shell. you are a gazillion worlds locked in a human cage. never think of yourself as of anything less.
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There are different kinds of love An example is a fireworks love At first, you're in awe You're really really enchanted to watch it To feel the excitement bubbling in But eventually, the excitement you're feeling will subside And of course, the fireworks itself will eventually stop and fade away But in true love It's not just fireworks It's stars Because they will always stay there in the nightsky even after 8 gazillion years - MMM
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Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 10:41 AM UTC
Different kinds of love
every time you touch me, kiss me, love me, it feels like the first time. with you my stomach turns into a butterfly garden, my hands become slick with sweat, my eyes shimmer and glow. you make me have a hummingbird heartbeat; it races a million beats, a gazillion miles per second; travels all across the states, countries, all around the world and skyrockets through the universe.
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Mar 26, 2013
Mar 26, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC
Hummingbird Heartbeat
Lucy kissed a jawbone bye beneath a diamond sky 2.8 million years and a gazillion tears ago That's a lot of sorrow for a man kinda like me. http://www.theguardian.com/science/2015/mar/04/jaw-bone-discovery-in-ethiopia-is-oldest-ever-human-lineage-remains
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Feb 6, 2016
Feb 6, 2016 at 10:32 AM UTC
Kisses on my jawbone
Eskimos have a Gazillion words for snow. We have teraflop words for coffee. Wikipedia it! But don't get distracted by the Tales. Recounted stories of empires held together by zeitgeist brand, a belief, a set of ritual, buying in bulk, a role of thumb, opposable heuristics. They've clustered history in bunches like expanding matter, as if it matters who was king or Augustus. Empires & civilization held colloidal by the quirks of geology and brand feeding food-forward with ritualistic sacrifice in Megazillion iterations. From Fertile crescent to Nile Valley silicon, when we bind ourselves to brand, and move in belief, secure in synchronized stability, then comes the rubric cubes miraculously built high upon slave backs, holding pyramidal server tombs.
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Jul 24, 2013
Jul 24, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
Eskimos have a Gazillion words for snow
Steady in my walk Taking it in stride As I compliment my feet With the latest style There's a gazillion of them out there Doing what they do If you haven't figured it out by now I'm talking bout the shoe They come in many styles and dazzling colors Giving us the widest choices Some even come with tongues But have yet to find their voices Although the tongue still ***** at times The shoe it does not show The ignorance that comes with it Unlike some people that I know Another marvel of the shoe Is that it has a sole Unlike men when it wears thin You can replace it on the go In NYC they prefer the high heels In Florida the famed flip flop Nothing beats a good boot in Texas When you dance that Texas stomp So won't you join me in this tribute To the shoe cause there's no other Which should be praised for the lives it's saved In it's major role as a stink foot cover
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Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 10:16 AM UTC
~Shoes~
My friend is an amazing poet! You see, I never knew Till recently when he showed me a piece While we were out for a tea date that was way overdue We used to talk about everything and anything My friend and I, we have many things in common We'll talk about Star Wars, music, movies, TV shows, shoes Even books from James Clemens But we stopped hanging out a while back Even though we still see each other daily We hardly talked, we drifted apart We were so busy but I did miss him greatly One day I noticed that he had this vacant look in his eyes And I knew that he must be troubled For although he was smiling at everyone I felt this urge to look out and catch him if he stumbled So after bugging him for a gazillion time That we needed to catch up He finally agreed to go out for tea Where we talked with no one to interrupt We talked and talked like we used to Time passed slowly as our cups of tea and cigarette butts cluttered the table Then he showed me a poem he had written Which left me speechless and looking at my new idol Wow! He sure can write His writing is so inspiring it touches the soul I felt ashamed sitting next to someone such as he Someone who could turn his words into gold So I would like to thank him for sharing this part of his life with me I know my poem can never be as good as his has been But hopefully he'll find this pleasing Thank You Ryn!!!!
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 10:15 AM UTC
My Friend
The moment when my heart found you, I knew I was about to start a new journey of falling so hard from the peak of the mountain of my unsatisfied dreams. When I see my reflection in your pupil I feel aesthetic as ever. When our bodies come in contact there's firework in my soul forming a comely galaxy and my mind chanting only your name. You take me to the stars and erase all the tragedy that was ever written on my body. When I see you smile, Oh baby, it lights up every lamp in the pathway to my heart making me the most delectable person ever. Every since you walked in, my heart has forgotten every pain and is filled with abundant love. When you caress my hair, you poison me with love turning every blue flower red. When you tell me you love me with devotion, my soul cries out of delectation. Love is just an understatement to describe my affection for you. It's beyond words. It's beyond all the poems I have written for you and the poems I will ever write. It's beyond my ability to express. It doesn't sit neatly in between lines like how poetry does. Even gazillion pages written about you would be too less to express my felicity. I love you.
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Aug 18, 2017
Aug 18, 2017 at 8:25 AM UTC
~ Perpetual love ~
it’s spring world growing into something different iceland volcano ash interrupting european flights dream of new worlds better life happiness new architecture language love everyone wants something different god’s eyes see through gazillion eyes each center of universe why do i cry so easy flinch at sight of blood violence what is love happiness sunday morning volcanic ash persists we are all inter-connected sweet little freezing cold iceland dominates world life is crazy too crazy where is bjork this morning drinking grog coffee laughing i’m so different from you unaccountable chemistry go away it’s hot i’m sweating stink i wish for your smell so bad jasmine basil lavender female scent ticket home to nowhere we are all such liars over-reactionary sensationalists well on my way yes i choose horse with wings house-boat floating up river mountain top glass conservatory filled with plants clouds girlfriend i wish for way back wiser choices more content result
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Apr 18, 2010
Apr 18, 2010 at 7:05 AM UTC
4/18/10
I wanna give the universe something tough to digest. I see it with a ******* up look on its face. Puzzle the universe Be like me. I wanna create a gazillion variants of myself. Each one degree further removed from the last. Get in line now Be more like me. I wanna dissolve the unsurety left over from a thousand Races that have died out. Know yourself Fight the knowledge. I want to invade the space left by your mind when it rushed Out to find itself. Mommy left you Never forget it. I want to condition the part of you that takes care of plants But forgets to turn the light off. Darkness is a blessing Only if you let it. I want to take aim at the eternal you and forever change it. You are cascading now. How does it feel You restless thumb sucker. You want me to change you, feed you, and take you outside. I am your new mom. Momma's gonna buy you A mocking bird. You want harassment, a harness, an igloo, and idioms. I am the fire that will melt them all. Listen to me Your time has come.
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May 23, 2015
May 23, 2015 at 8:47 AM UTC
Me Parade (Cascading Me's)
I lay prone on the bed. What's under me? Under me is my gun, This gun has a gazillion bullets, What for? For shooting towards you, And where are you? You lie further underneath me, You lie supine, with your hills grazing my torso. I touch your soft hills with my strong hands, And you make sounds in ecstasy, not the drug, but the experience. My gun travels in & out of your ***** And your nails dig deeper into my back. You express pleasure, My sweat drips on your throat. You express pain, My pace increases in ecstasy. You start squirming underneath, You vibrate furiously along me, I shoot my excited gun at last, What for? No, not for taking your life, But as you are my wedded wife, Together we should create new life. You whimper, I whisper. You cry, I pry. You are relieved, I am pleased. We are successful.
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Aug 13, 2021
Aug 13, 2021 at 3:56 AM UTC
The Gun In Our Bedroom
I miss you, I want to see you. But not because it’s “couple season” – not because it’s cold and gloomy and city lights explode with hands conjoined. You are worth more than the missed holidays, more than the occasions spent without us being in the company of one another: Hallowe'en, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, probably your birthday, too, as well as Valentine’s, and our anniversary. On these specially marked days, I feel a certain emptiness as you, my beloved other half, is not present with me, yet that which is not emptiness, for you still fill my heart plenty. In these times, I feel envy as lovers are so obviously visible everywhere, yet that which is not envy, for they are not you. I may suffer from your absence but I don’t suffer from jealousy. See, I love you, this one man who cannot compare to the likes of any other, this one man who strangely loves me back, this one man who’s mine and to whom I’m his. You are so very special to me and you mean a lot to me. I love you, I lurve you, I lava you, ILY (code), I <3 U (symbols), je t'aime, saranghae (Korean) – I want to say it a gazillion times and it wouldn’t be enough, and yet I don’t want to say it because it’s only an ensemble of words, an expression that is just too common, overused, cliché and weak, whose (level of) meaning doesn’t remain constant. Perhaps I could keep coining new ones, but then again I don’t want to be simply, mindlessly uttering or writing them like so, as if out of habit. I want this so-called “love” to be conveyed in such a way that – a tap on the shoulder, a  homemade dinner and handcrafted gifts, a random drive, a silent gaze, a goodbye hug and a goodnight kiss, my sleep-mumbling in your ear and your snoring on my nape, and the sharing of clothes – would melt our heart and let us fall a little deeper, therein meaning exponentially more than a mere, verbal, three-worded clause, “I love you.” That’s the kind of love I want us to be… partaking in. Today, eight months later, (although I am still thirteen hours ahead, still 8,070 miles East, and still not in your arms…) at the last stroke of the small hand, we both wave and bid farewell to 2015 and welcome and gaze at 2016. I’m thankful that love found us, I’m glad that we followed, and I’m happy that our relationship remains in the present. May the new year be full of goodness!
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Feb 7, 2016
Feb 7, 2016 at 8:17 AM UTC
#7. Thoughts In The Wake of 2016, 12/31/15.
I miss you, I want to see you. But not because it’s “couple season” – not because it’s cold and gloomy and city lights explode with hands conjoined. You are worth more than the missed holidays, more than the occasions spent without us being in the company of one another: Hallowe'en, my birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Years, probably your birthday, too, as well as Valentine’s, and our anniversary. On these specially marked days, I feel a certain emptiness as you, my beloved other half, is not present with me, yet that which is not emptiness, for you still fill my heart plenty. In these times, I feel envy as lovers are so obviously visible everywhere, yet that which is not envy, for they are not you. I may suffer from your absence but I don’t suffer from jealousy. See, I love you, this one man who cannot compare to the likes of any other, this one man who strangely loves me back, this one man who’s mine and to whom I’m his. You are so very special to me and you mean a lot to me. I love you, I lurve you, I lava you, ILY (code), I <3 U (symbols), je t'aime, saranghae (Korean) – I want to say it a gazillion times and it wouldn’t be enough, and yet I don’t want to say it because it’s only an ensemble of words, an expression that is just too common, overused, cliché and weak, whose (level of) meaning doesn’t remain constant. Perhaps I could keep coining new ones, but then again I don’t want to be simply, mindlessly uttering or writing them like so, as if out of habit. I want this so-called “love” to be conveyed in such a way that – a tap on the shoulder, a  homemade dinner and handcrafted gifts, a random drive, a silent gaze, a goodbye hug and a goodnight kiss, my sleep-mumbling in your ear and your snoring on my nape, and the sharing of clothes – would melt our heart and let us fall a little deeper, therein meaning exponentially more than a mere, verbal, three-worded clause, “I love you.” That’s the kind of love I want us to be… partaking in. Today, eight months later, (although I am still thirteen hours ahead, still 8,070 miles East, and still not in your arms…) at the last stroke of the small hand, we both wave and bid farewell to 2015 and welcome and gaze at 2016. I’m thankful that love found us, I’m glad that we followed, and I’m happy that our relationship remains in the present. May the new year be full of goodness!
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Love starts. Love grows. Love lies. Love hurts. Love ends. Love ***** Love comes...again. Love lasts. Love exists. Love starts with the eyes, Eventually a hi or hello will come next. A small talk will happen, Then friendship comes along. Love grows from that friendship-- Courtship & dating will happen; Then you started trusting, Eventually you fall for a kiss. Love lies from words & actions, Secrets are revealed, Then trust was destroyed; There's no more turning back. Love hurts like truth hurts, Tears may fall Or maybe not at all, So you just end curling up like a ball. Love ends like life does end, But would that be all? Would there be any love left Or just nothing at all? Love ***** like a gazillion bucks. As pain deepens, bitterness grows, And so does fear comes along with it Hence, no more chances to love again. Love comes...again In the right time and place With the right person For the right reasons. Love lasts...forever. Taking chances is not bad at all 'Coz from those heartaches You've just become stronger. Love exists...it really exists Just like God exists. So let's all believe, To live, laugh, & love! Love starts. Love grows. Love lies. Love hurts. Love ends. Love ***** Love comes...again. Love lasts. Love exists.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC
Love Exists
She have created a world, that she did not know. have appointed a pawn, to build it for her. Waited until it's done, never ever sat on it. No worries and second thoughts, trusted on her mighty wits thought this was good, Will make her the master. To go with the trends, of this fast phased ambience. Did not care on the work, Showed a little effort. while the poor pawn, was proving his humble worth. stayed late, worked overtime. to polish the demands of the demanding divine. while Time had flee, the so-called universe was done, completed the systems, of holy progress crowned. Yes! she was overwhelmed, without knowing the details, as she takes the merit, the deed and the title. Not until a flaw, was shown and highlighted, because of her ill leadership, issues have ignited. why and why, are the repeating questions, all thrown to the poor pawn, gazillion revisions. Yes she knows why, but she never cared. you can't approach and talk, but the mood was always there. All the issues, resulted from the unobserved. Scattered around, up down onboard. And you can see, the blame is always there, for the incomplete universe, she want's to give and share. as she pushes the pawn, off the high cliff, with spikes and swords, sinking quicksand beneath. as the Queen wants it, the fame and popularity, easily shifts mood, cannot adjust to scarcity. As she blames it, to the skilled pawn, turns to her scapegoat, to protect her own to misguide and uplift, one's own selves. to project a good image, and please the elves. as she was pressured, by his lord King, yes! she's pressured, without a wink. and she had slaved the kingdom, for a long long time, oh darkness ruled, as she drinks her wine. Until the pawn had chance, to gather alliance, break free from slavery, come and hear the mob's chant. Until they realized, that they are abused, given a title, that is always misused. Until the pawn reacts, had the ultimate break. saw an opening, and it's zap, it's checkmate .
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Feb 23, 2011
Feb 23, 2011 at 5:37 AM UTC
Until it's checkmate
She have created a world, that she did not know. have appointed a pawn, to build it for her. Waited until it's done, never ever sat on it. No worries and second thoughts, trusted on her mighty wits thought this was good, Will make her the master. To go with the trends, of this fast phased ambience. Did not care on the work, Showed a little effort. while the poor pawn, was proving his humble worth. stayed late, worked overtime. to polish the demands of the demanding divine. while Time had flee, the so-called universe was done, completed the systems, of holy progress crowned. Yes! she was overwhelmed, without knowing the details, as she takes the merit, the deed and the title. Not until a flaw, was shown and highlighted, because of her ill leadership, issues have ignited. why and why, are the repeating questions, all thrown to the poor pawn, gazillion revisions. Yes she knows why, but she never cared. you can't approach and talk, but the mood was always there. All the issues, resulted from the unobserved. Scattered around, up down onboard. And you can see, the blame is always there, for the incomplete universe, she want's to give and share. as she pushes the pawn, off the high cliff, with spikes and swords, sinking quicksand beneath. as the Queen wants it, the fame and popularity, easily shifts mood, cannot adjust to scarcity. As she blames it, to the skilled pawn, turns to her scapegoat, to protect her own to misguide and uplift, one's own selves. to project a good image, and please the elves. as she was pressured, by his lord King, yes! she's pressured, without a wink. and she had slaved the kingdom, for a long long time, oh darkness ruled, as she drinks her wine. Until the pawn had chance, to gather alliance, break free from slavery, come and hear the mob's chant. Until they realized, that they are abused, given a title, that is always misused. Until the pawn reacts, had the ultimate break. saw an opening, and it's zap, it's checkmate .
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*The cinematography, the imagery, Visualizations, animation, Those slow takes as the rain falls over the window Behind which a girl rests her head Looking out with dreamy eyes Eyes, holding watery stories of a beautiful past The door slams shut and Out she comes With winged feet and summer skin Living in her head, she walks down by Looks up above and smiles at the sky She closes her eyes and the camera it shoots How the sunshine falls on her eyelashes Down, a perfect zoom in Onto her lips hazed with tiny particles of light air He blindfolds her eyes Walks her gently all the way The coldness increases and the noise reduces More He takes his hands off her eyes And up she stares with lips apart and stunned feet At the gazillion stars chilled and silver Against a black night He smiles covering her up from behind with warm hands. The rest of the night.*
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Dec 23, 2014
Dec 23, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
Beautiful Illusion
There wasn't any sound Save for the whispers Of the moaning wind Of the fluttering sea Of the sizzling bonfire And of two bodies entwined together And there was nothing to set eyes upon Except for the faint picture Of a moon Of a gazillion stars Of a moonlit strand of seaside utopia And of two bodies quietly robed There was nothing I could breathe in But the dancing aurora of scents Of salty waters Of a cool candelia Of damp, smooth skin And the deep essence of your neck Nothing was moving in beat Apart from the smooth, flawless, rhythm Of the swaying leaves of the coconut trees Of stars flickering and a summer night blazing Of a thousand drumming fingers of crashing waves And of two bodies careening intimately upon a beat-up hamaca of weaved wisps Just you and me on our line where Artemis and Neptune meet We felt nothing else but the compelling desire to let our bodies tell of our passion searing and torrid And as we sank ourselves deep into blissful frenzy, As we whispered each otherís name, As our souls become one soul, We fall in love all over again.
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Aug 1, 2014
Aug 1, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC
A Summer Midnight's Dance of Love
Sometimes, I catch myself wondering what it feels like to be loved by you. I’m almost certain it would be blissful; as if my heart’s  gonna burst into  gazillion pieces, and like stardust,  float across the  infinite cosmos. But it is a distant dream. And it’s time to wake up.
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Oct 8, 2020
Oct 8, 2020 at 10:42 AM UTC
Distant Dream
there was never anything to believe in to begin with my faith is a delusion visions to erase my mind distraught and at ease deep confusion here I am again, sulking in this great despair in my dream we named her Adela, and I remembered a reality before that Imagine dreaming of a daughter unborn… visions of her crying in your stomach… to feel that… to feel it all Part of me remembered that I discussed that with you (my love) A glimpse of her face My universe changed, it’s always too good to be true… my longing resurfaces when I browse through our photos, a broken journey I never feared loving too much Give myself away to see this through Give myself away through honesty Repercussions out of thin air Dreaming with you always Don’t want the memories to fade away I want to remember what it feels to watch you enjoy a meal, sweet little moments that help me sleep I don’t want to forget, but I can’t take it Crippling sensations It’s been a long day, it’ll be a long week… Month… year… shattered dreams My imagination runs wild when I think of the possibility of us… Intentions gone to waste… time I’d never give back for a trillion gazillion times 4 plus infinity dollars… I’d take an hour with you in my arms over a life where I never met you… so I wouldn’t feel this way… this… broken… Though the pieces are scattered… I must know I’m whole Misconceptions will destroy me…. To believe she is gone To be a ghost in this world… my love I think you’re gone… What’s a lasting love I’m going to end this one here Imagining what it would be like to be laughing together My world… senseless Little memories that’ll last me a life time… Happy knowing I can love someone this way… even if they don’t want to love me back I must I will… i hope it isn't a crime to long for the only truth i want to believe you
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Jul 28, 2022
Jul 28, 2022 at 1:23 AM UTC
heavy nite
there was never anything to believe in to begin with my faith is a delusion visions to erase my mind distraught and at ease deep confusion here I am again, sulking in this great despair in my dream we named her Adela, and I remembered a reality before that Imagine dreaming of a daughter unborn… visions of her crying in your stomach… to feel that… to feel it all Part of me remembered that I discussed that with you (my love) A glimpse of her face My universe changed, it’s always too good to be true… my longing resurfaces when I browse through our photos, a broken journey I never feared loving too much Give myself away to see this through Give myself away through honesty Repercussions out of thin air Dreaming with you always Don’t want the memories to fade away I want to remember what it feels to watch you enjoy a meal, sweet little moments that help me sleep I don’t want to forget, but I can’t take it Crippling sensations It’s been a long day, it’ll be a long week… Month… year… shattered dreams My imagination runs wild when I think of the possibility of us… Intentions gone to waste… time I’d never give back for a trillion gazillion times 4 plus infinity dollars… I’d take an hour with you in my arms over a life where I never met you… so I wouldn’t feel this way… this… broken… Though the pieces are scattered… I must know I’m whole Misconceptions will destroy me…. To believe she is gone To be a ghost in this world… my love I think you’re gone… What’s a lasting love I’m going to end this one here Imagining what it would be like to be laughing together My world… senseless Little memories that’ll last me a life time… Happy knowing I can love someone this way… even if they don’t want to love me back I must I will… i hope it isn't a crime to long for the only truth i want to believe you
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I often forget the count of the times when taunts that pierce like arrows have wounded me. I do not remember if it was once or a gazillion times that I have tasted the dust mixed with the red of my blood. I, however, smirk a little everytime I fall to the ground. I then get up again and begin my fight once more. I only hear people around me singing along to the melody of love. But I sing a song of courage and the caravan of life goes on...
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Aug 9, 2017
Aug 9, 2017 at 5:48 AM UTC
I Sing a Song of Courage
Lonely each night, lost in thoughts, I have a gazillion wishes, every single one without fail asks for you.
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Sep 18, 2019
Sep 18, 2019 at 4:07 PM UTC
wishes
I tried to say some words and they never came out right You were the nerd and I was the book you could never finish. I was the end you always wanted to never hear but I had I had I had to make this story end I was your chapter you would always go back and read I was your sleeve when your nose ran and when you ran out of tears I made sure you made more bababababy im sorry and I know I know I know I coudlve done a thousand gazillion things different but im glad I did the things I did
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Mar 30, 2013
Mar 30, 2013 at 5:06 AM UTC
gazillion
The rings of hatred and necklaces of sadness lay, The chaotic tide helped it to gazillion deceitful shores, The storm stayed strong and showed no love, And life itself was the pirate that stole her crown, But the box held on the surface, a beauty the sea agreed with, And together they took a never ending search to the Island of freedom
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Jul 28, 2015
Jul 28, 2015 at 4:58 PM UTC
In Her Treasure Box
DEAR PENPAL PEOPLE, just draft from Sunday's night;> I pluck the petals and hold the case a flinch I await in a stance in a haze on the lights a thousand years a billion upon the ferris wheel a starring love seconds gazillion now better than seeking the already known truth the untold even those the resembles and the follows come unfold ---------ravenfeels
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Apr 26, 2021
Apr 26, 2021 at 2:53 PM UTC
Four Seconds--More Like Four Years