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"grandure" poems
I wrote this for you a long time ago on a coffee stained napkin, after you left me, full of love, lingering in a cafe. "For you, in all your follies and faults and the way they make you so perfect for me. For you, in the moments that linger in the vehemently insignificant corners and corridors of things, as if drifted of their own grandure. For you, for the words that spill to the floor and the brilliant way you understand the deafening silence that follows. For you, for your supernovas and clever shades, for your daylight smiles and nighttime skins. For you, for your familiarity and the impossible truths that stand as martyrs to say that I have loved you before. For you, despite the treachery and quiet sinister fun of the world. For you, for making me so terribly scared of dying." Yet here I am, in your wake, so full of so many thoughts and demons. Know that I have died, that I have loved and lost with equal measure.
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Apr 7, 2014
Apr 7, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
For you.
She was trying, so desperately, To outrun the quiet loneliness of the world. She held vendettas against the sinister silences that haunt goodbyes, Against the fading shades of love, Against the quietness in a voice that speaks to a desertion of love; a death. (The monsters of her heart). However, there is a certain bravery in her desperation for life. To escape the oceans of regret, 
To escape a certain brokenness. For bravery lies in her conviction to live, To find an irrevocable truth in another, To deceive the shadows of longing. In the face of undeniable malice and grandure. In the fear of feeling nothing at all. For in the end,
 When the silence is deafening, With a weariness that electrocutes, And a tiredness of the heart. She wanted it all to have mattered. - *"Do you think I'm pretty?" I think you're pretty."*
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Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 9:37 AM UTC
The Peculiarity Of Spirals
Looking in your eyes I catch a glimmer of what was once most definitely meant to be. I can intangibly hear a weary voice inside you and it is screaming to be set free. Saddly you locked up your spirit tightly deep inside and replaced it with woe and fear. The person you long to be seems miles away, but keep fighting my love and soon that person will be here. Let go of everything that ties you down, unleash yourself from the crushing weight that's constructed of all your pain. Let out that child, the one hidding inside, for they are in desperate need of time to run wild and frolic in the rain. That surrounding light, your beauty within, almost blinding its grandure reaches ever so high. Please don't be afraid to open up your wings, feel the rush of the wind when you finally take to the brilliant sky. Truthfully this journey will not at all be easy, nor will you always be clear on the way. If you are willing to endure it you may find yourself a little more with the dawn of each new day."
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Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 10:32 AM UTC
Once upon a time
Learn, absorb, wonder, discover, but where? Yearning to be where I wasn't before Look for warm, lively, or simply for fair? Bitter and sweet, unknown wonders in store Passion, beauty, burning into my heart Sleek silhouettes of towers capture my soul Gorgeous grandure beckoning a new start Hidden marvels calling me for a stroll People, joyous and seductively free Joy of life vibrating through old steep streets Mysterious Douro, transfixing me Majestic wild ocean your shoreline meets The wind through your alleys whispers my name Portuense, setting my heart aflame
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Jul 14, 2011
Jul 14, 2011 at 3:57 AM UTC
Porto (a sonnet)
Did you think that you had convinced me? That THIS is love... Did you think that you had convinced me? That This is trust...dancing around issues and lying about mundane things... Did you think that you had convinced me? I have felt love before...I know it's presence well...recognise it's touch... Did you think that you had convinced me? Holding back who you really are...who are you saving such revelations for?... Did you think that you had convinced me? Offering medeocrity...expecting an outcome of grandure... Did you think that you had convinced me? Me...who loves because it is reality...who gives because the need is there...who embraces unconditionally... you make me want to condition...and that saddens me more than YOU know.
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Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 5:51 PM UTC
Did You ThinkThat You Had Convinced Me?...
Tell me sweet lies, falsehoods about us. let it seep in, then fester and pus. Tell me sweet lies, falsehoods about you. Of activities of grandure, how you grew wings and flew. Tell me sweet lies, falsehoods about me. How my voice like ocean waves, and his my eyes sparkled starry. Tell me sweet lies, falsehoods about us. Permit me to dream, of a love which will never be. With lies i'll never trust
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Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 3:47 AM UTC
Sweet Lies
No it's true I'm not like the other girls. We both know this isn't fate But don't hate me For pretending. Let's take a walk Or more of a run An adventure without destination. Follow me dear You've got everything to fear But accompany me My beloved To the fountain of youth My allusions of grandure They only reverse reality. Like the smell after rain Oh I can't get enough. Enough of this spectacular illusion before me. They say dreaming is a waist of time But honestly That couldn't be further from the truth. How else I ask Are we to escape this place Only to face nothing but beauty Now the time has come To show me a world of splendor Never again will I be numb. Three Two One Oh lover of mine it's done.
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Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 4:54 PM UTC
It's Done
Your love is like That first refreshing breath drawn in after a long cool dive into the ocean. The one that every fiber of your entire being desperately yearns for. Your love is like A fire raging inside me, the heat from which makes beads of sweat roll down the knape of my neck. The intensity growing until I feel like I will explode if it grows anymore . Your love is like A thousand butterfly kisses whispering across my face as our bodies are intertwined. Wrapped up in a million stolen moon lit moments, secret to all the world accept for you and I. Your love is like Gazing upon a beautiful work of art crafted with such perfection. The mere idea of it makes tingles cascade throughout my body as a single tear escspes from my eye. Your love is like The sensation I get from the scorching summer sun basking down on my copper skin. Washing over me it makes me almost dizzy from the grandure of our embrace . Your love is like Deep thoughts entering my soul with emense passion they shake the very ground. As sweet kisses full of wanting softly you place upon every inch of my face.
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Apr 22, 2013
Apr 22, 2013 at 7:04 AM UTC
Your Love
is now departing Waterloo please stand clear of the doors.' Past Vauxhall , Queens town it rattles , Past ruins of mans grandure , Greek Theatres. Of Greek gods Amphitheatres of Rome , Grand stair cases where Titanics. Good walked down , arm in arm to tea with Captain Smith . Where Napolian crowned himself  , Empeorer , Placed a crown upon his head at Notra Dame is said . A Kaiser rode with noble steed through Jeruselems ancient walls , he built an arch so all could see how grand , how great he was to all. And we dream like kings , have manic dreams and build monuments like pyramids in the sky. Yet butterfly's can't hold them , Neither flys , Or mice or rats scurry by . They crawl where man can't find them , Yet are there when they fall , and sickness and death shall take them, and where insects crawl , Our bodies decay  , where sheep and goats don't mix , Shifted like  sands of time , To green fields or fire , by the great Shepheard King Jesus , Who died to save us all.
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Dec 6, 2017
Dec 6, 2017 at 12:25 PM UTC
' The train now at platform 1
When the walls of your home Start breathin when ur alone Then at least u know That one of you is still alive. When ur disposed and You're decomposin And you're leavin this life like Ur flesh from ur bone Then ur empty eyesockets Start searchin for another Dismantled jaw To talk to all night I wish that I had The grandure of those walls To keep me Company all night. When you only talk alone Then nowhere can be home And you pleasure your flesh for The day That your flesh finally Separates from ur bone. mm Mm mm Mmmm.......
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Apr 4, 2017
Apr 4, 2017 at 12:50 AM UTC
Bhloohz