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Curt A Rivard Sr Dec 2012
Cold are your vial words sharp is your tongue
causing pain like winter wind your words tear
all of your torminting words all have stung
Blinding are your lies like snow I can not bare
your meare presence sends a chill down my spine
cruel your words bitting like FROSTBITE burns
your words cover my heart like cold white rime
you can be sweet but then your sweetness turns
your heart must be as cold as the north pole
sharp are your keen words that make me shiver
your winter cold words nip at my soul
your fridged stair makes me quiver
why are you full of hattred and sadness
Do all of your thoughts run on MADNESS?

P.L.M (12-14-92)






English Period: F (12-14-92)
A prized piece I've personaly been given over 20 years ago!!!
P.S we're still joined as one!!!!
Leal Knowone Apr 2016
(intro)
In the world I know much is a choice
I choice to live with it
The path of have walked has brought me to this moment
Every turn dark corner, and every well light line
has disembarked me hear in this time
I would rather be disemboweled then go back !
........
I go with the motion when the world turns
..........
If there be a solitary thing I remember from what I have learned
My heart burns with passion. Passion fueled by your fire

I did try to select the girl with the most beautiful face
just as I didn’t need to pick a girl with lips of a goddess
I figure I can deal without a perfect figure
I don’t need my loves eyes to have all the beauty of the world
All the beauty of a cool  still autumn night
A vivid colorful mind, and radiant personality
personaly I can live without many things
I can live without a woman with lushes flowing hair
I have you
I have you and I don’t need these things
You think there is harshness in the words I say
The things not needed but giving anyway
I have it all when you lay your love next to me
No words poems sonnets nor songs can describe this love for you
No action or expression may ever show you how I love you
It’s a constant fire of my heart and soul burning in the flames
I can only hope that your heart and soul burn the same
Olie Mar 2018
I took a tour to a wonderful place,
Earth they call it, if there's no mistakes.
I remember they told me about the trees,
Such interesting creatures that help people breathe.
And of course, there are people, who are not so bright,
But they said i can help them to go through insight.
There are night and day,
switching each other on the opposite sides.
And they have only one moon,
which is totally normal in their weird minds.
Also, I heard that on earth, life can be tough.
For evolving there, happiness isn't enough.
There's pain wherever you look,
for example, they put fish on a hook..

So I went to this planet to feel how it's like,
It appeared to not be such a pleasent hike.
Being born was a serious pain,
and what made it worse is that i couldn't explain.
Through my childhood I was completely lost,
in the attempts to form the correct way of acting,
I wanted them to like me at any cost,
And for that with all my power I was fighting.
From all directions I heard lies,
Which I personaly truly despise,
Although sometimes I used them myself because otherwise......
I discovered the weirdest feeling of all,
Love they call it, in which you can fall.
It makes you go crazy while enjoying your madness,
Even if it makes you fall into sadness.
It makes you savour the suffering it brings,
Because other than that, nothing else means.

For now my conclusion is that earth tourism *****,
But it's definitely worth, the logic it lacks.
Abeer Dec 2022
The walls they are standing still
Unusual traffic bestowed upon my heart
I need to catch my breathe before i lose it
Again and again i don't look for realism
Just a fantasy where my frowns are not met with screen faces and laughter that creeps
A fantasy where i become perfect and I'm loved by you as much as you want to love me. Just heard my father say something mean and i left the room mumbling words i personaly kept to support my weight
Am i going to be something big or a candle burnt in heavy winds? Am i to **** myself or just to live for your sake in agony? Am i to be a kick in the eye or in the dark where only you see me?
What if it happens to me on a different day and bridges collapse as sun starts to fade, birds scared, scattered and windows drawn to the waist. It's a village which quiet houses and a rusty swing, a seesaw which ducks painted in red there's a wire with clothes too many for drying staked in form of desperation like someone as sad as ellie wants me to say "come on you stupid *****"
But the bridge was down and so was i, in the end the village was shifting up my horizon like my god wished some time to laugh and say "haven't laughed this hard for so long better stop now before I start crying"
Love

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