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"oceanblue" poems
By Arcassin B & blue OB "He likes to laugh, And look happy, His good humor is never off, Doesn't mind to sound sappy. But people don't imagine That he's just pretending. Pretending to be happy When his life is a disaster Showing he is lucky, But to his end running faster. For this he can only blame his own, Finally being what he is : a sad clown. " AB Her smile, I put in notebooks, The elegance of skin is so soft, I seen beauty for all it took, Passive unanswered messages, Not really big on answering, Questions of your aura as it happen, Mood swings so staggering, But sorrow is so saddening, Pressured memories, Haunt you at midnight, So you stay up talking to me, Is the only time you ever wanna reply.
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Feb 4, 2015
Feb 4, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
"Clouding Emotions" (collab w/ Oceanblue)
We found a cosy enough scene amongst the chaos, Two strangers connecting among a crowd like anxious magnets in a scrapyard And it felt A first encounter with a lifetime lover from some other dimension; my self in a sense, caught to the reflection of an opposite *** We were the 'quiet ones' in our own regard Prone to panic attacks and sudden unruly suggestion of madness and lengthy times of introvert And although there was a lifesworth we never knew There was enough of an understanding to Make conversation. I mostly listened, Lost in your voice. I don't think I'd ever gotten on with Someone so quick                             but    There are some beautiful people in the world that do that: By the end of a conversation you're ready to hold them A million years                      Or more. The second conversation came later in the night, Listening to the flowery clock locked to her chest her mouth stirring cockerel shells and laughing honey teeth liltly blind; oceanblue irises circumference marble black             pupils, puffy cheeks and half moon lips                             curled and split in a caring smirk; it seems impossible to imagine being you and not thinking myself beautiful Yet you say that's the case, And like my expression was open to telepathy She said the very same thing back to me and we both thought I love you but neither could say it. There probably wasnt enough similarities to make up For the differences.
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Sep 17, 2019
Sep 17, 2019 at 10:46 PM UTC
Love at first sight leads to dangerous expectation
We found a cosy enough scene amongst the chaos, Two strangers connecting among a crowd like anxious magnets in a scrapyard And it felt A first encounter with a lifetime lover from some other dimension; my self in a sense, caught to the reflection of an opposite *** We were the 'quiet ones' in our own regard Prone to panic attacks and sudden unruly suggestion of madness and lengthy times of introvert And although there was a lifesworth we never knew There was enough of an understanding to Make conversation. I mostly listened, Lost in your voice. I don't think I'd ever gotten on with Someone so quick                             but    There are some beautiful people in the world that do that: By the end of a conversation you're ready to hold them A million years                      Or more. The second conversation came later in the night, Listening to the flowery clock locked to her chest her mouth stirring cockerel shells and laughing honey teeth liltly blind; oceanblue irises circumference marble black             pupils, puffy cheeks and half moon lips                             curled and split in a caring smirk; it seems impossible to imagine being you and not thinking myself beautiful Yet you say that's the case, And like my expression was open to telepathy She said the very same thing back to me and we both thought I love you but neither could say it. There probably wasnt enough similarities to make up For the differences.
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