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Kenneth Beasley Aug 2013
She was 'Pulchritudinous' she was immaculant.
In your darkest hour, she would make the rest of your time sunny.
Whenever i was with her it was like being in a really good dream.
When i was away from her it was like someone woke me up when it got really good.
She would make you feel immortal, as if anything was possible and it was with her love.
Those eyes that would send me to the most beautiful places in the back roads of my mind.
She was the type of mystery i wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life trying to unravel.
She was the type of girl who would have you up thinking about your future and Listening to love songs at 3am,
Though there still is no one like her.
Her smile would your heart smile and your lips tremble.
But...
She warned me. She told me from the start. But still, i pursued her.
She was one of the girls who you did want to fight for.
It's my fault i ended up like this. But i don't regret it.
She gave me the most miserable happiness ever,
To this day i still love that girl , she made me realize the world is bad..
Unless you're willing to wait for the good.
I'll never forget her, i'll love her tomorrow, in a month
and in a couple of years i'll wonder where she is and what could of been. But she warned me
And that's the harsh truth. <3
This is not a love story, this is a story about love.

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Love to all that do.
midnight prague Oct 2010
I wish for nothing
but to scrape the inside of your pit

I want to cry my tears out to this parchment; you see
Im immersed in my complete edherence to something
that is so much smaller than me

and what is smaller than me
maybe
nothing

you were shining
and you were immaculant
in my shade you were the sun that
bare me to have any kind of shade
in my thoughts I stray abosloutley mezmorized by you
and everytime thoughts would come into place
my passion towards your infinite darkness grew

I wish to go so deep into you
to know your skin from the inside out
to reveal your being
speak to you of it without a doubt
I want to teach you
about yourself
to know of every cell,
your movements and your health

I am a animal in a forest
placed from a humble abode
I feel that this is my true home
taken out of my world
and brought so abruptly
so sincerely
into yours
Paul R Hensley Dec 2016
New Start

It's a new start for me,
A new creative sense,
A vision so immaculant,
That only I see,
I will aspire,
And show you what I saw,
But first we must take a journey...

-Paul R Hensley |||
Paul R Hensley Feb 2016
To the girl who is depressed
I'm sorry
No one can help you
That sounds sad
This whole thing is sad

Guess what?
You wear a mask;
You don't relaize it yet
Time will only tell
That you're Fake
your whole life is fake
Mean what I said
I know
But you understand
That's sad

I know
To far gone
You want to be found
But there's no one around
You fell;

In this black desolate decrpit hole
That you have stumbled upon
It hits you so fast
And leaves a long-lasting irratable pain
Your mind is trapped
You're in a prison
A inmate of your own mind and body
You think there is no way out
You love the idea of being happy
But when you are happy you are fake
Because that's the mask....
That we all wear....

That's the truth
Truth is sad;
Truth hurts;
But some how ?
Some Fake person says Truth is good
Like are we all ******* here?

But it's okay
you are okay in your own fogotten world
Pictures make you cry
People make you angry
Cry yourself to sleep
Hug a pillow and wished is was someone who wanted you
ask yourself over and over
why ?

At this point in time
You will question everything that comes into play
You will find yourself
Floating away
When you crash
When you land your make-shift toy of melancholy
For all the world to see

You will blame yourself
Everything you have done on your
war path of destruction
Tornado of emotion and thoughts and hate
Pours into you mind ripping you apart emontionally
And left alone and defeated

*****
Welcome,
My dear friend
I know this is true
It only gets worst
:( :( :(
Sincerly,
   The random guy
*****

Now you contemplate
Sitting on your throne
Of pure bitterness
Maybe....Just mabye?
The afterlife
People say it's not the way to go
But what do you know
You're a prisoner in your mind
Their words mean nothing to you
They waste their breath and their time
Because we don't listen

Then you get there
Destination
Complete Unknown
Lost you are
Confused as ever
Frustrated consumes you
But your there
You think it's time
You are taking a vacation
Afterlife of corse
So you begin to let go
Disconnect...
leave everyone in the dark  
Beat everyone up with silence; You give..

But wait a minute
Here the obstacle
Here is where I failed
There's a wall
That you have to get over
So you start to climb
Great at first
Then after the first immaculant image of someone you love
Fills your brain
you stop take a breath;
Back at it you  going faster as the blood trembles down you arm
There you left
Blade in hand
Head on floor
Left side caked with blood
Your dizzy
can't walk anymore
Sad
Sad
Sad
Then you just cry
and relaize you failed
All your life
You never acomplished anything
and you failed at taking you own life  
becuase somewhere you not as broken as you think and
you just take that silly mask of and realize that you are real

But a dark road to get there
you must take  
For I'm not Through yet  
But getting there
People that reads this
think why would this guy say all of this horriable things
to write to someone
But see it's the truth
And well we are both just
Sad Then
A ******* Facebook told me she was going to **** herself and somehow it gave me inspiration to write this longest thing I have wrote in a long time
Mike Hauser Jun 2018
everyone has an itch

that is begging to be scratched

complicated, simple, poor, or rich

everyone has an itch

where they feel the need to scratch

on the itch that they have

wants or needs, immaculant, unkept

everyone tries to scratch

on this itch that we have

that seems to give us all a fit

it's part of life, this life we live

with this need to scratch the itch
Mike Hauser May 2018
His mind is know to roam
But he's not one to rat
With very little known
About Salvador Dali's cat
Whips his tail back and forth
Fourth dimensional for all it's worth
All this time sitting in
Salvador Dali's lap

His thoughts are known to wander
But he's not known to talk
Purring like a cosmic generator
On Salvador's melting couch
Electric fur stands on end
Grooms himself surreal, immaculant  
Whispers in Salvador Dali's ear
Never hear the doubt

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