"signified" poems - Hello Poetry

1745 The mob within the heart Police cannot suppress The riot given at the first Is authorized as peace Uncertified of scene Or signified of sound But growing like a hurricane In a congenial ground.

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Emily Dickinson

The mob within the heart

1745 The mob within the heart Police cannot suppress The riot given at the first Is authorized as peace Uncertified of scene Or signified of sound But growing like a hurricane In a congenial ground.

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474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”— They took away our Eyes— They thwarted Us with Guns— “I see Thee” each responded straight Through Telegraphic Signs— With Dungeons—They devised— But through their thickest skill— And their opaquest Adamant— Our Souls saw—just as well— They summoned Us to die— With sweet alacrity We stood upon our stapled feet— Condemned—but just—to see— Permission to recant— Permission to forget— We turned our backs upon the Sun For perjury of that— Not Either—noticed Death— Of Paradise—aware— Each other’s Face—was all the Disc Each other’s setting—saw—

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Emily Dickinson

They put Us far apart

474 They put Us far apart— As separate as Sea And Her unsown Peninsula— We signified “These see”— They took away our Eyes— They thwarted Us with Guns— “I see Thee” each responded straight Through Telegraphic Signs— With Dungeons—They devised— But through their thickest skill— And their opaquest Adamant— Our Souls saw—just as well— They summoned Us to die— With sweet alacrity We stood upon our stapled feet— Condemned—but just—to see— Permission to recant— Permission to forget— We turned our backs upon the Sun For perjury of that— Not Either—noticed Death— Of Paradise—aware— Each other’s Face—was all the Disc Each other’s setting—saw—

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I dreamt this dream before I could speak it out loud, Between the signifier and imperfect signified, With all kinds of broken hours and promises never kept, I tried transforming what was often said in the past. This place would seem so real, Made for me, trembling in the middle, With small and growing earthquakes. I wrote myself again—my little truths. Looking for missing lines without wings, Carrying stones inside my mind, In tight, frayed bags from my beating heart, without hope for a final insight. Perhaps I just passed through the steam Of a swirling, repetitive, chaotic dance, Seeking tickets, carving an elusive imprint With my mosaic in this human code. Five minutes quietly slipped by. My earned time vanished. I had my moments going along the roadsides, Avoiding the end of this poetic journey. I stay wrapped in a heavy coat of suspicion. I saw Moirés crafting another delusion. I found a small reward in an addictive cliché, To feel short relief from what I call my reality. I remember what I did before, Choosing every day not to cast a stone Into the center of what I can’t grasp With my breathing, human existence. And this breath was enough.

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Aug 3, 2025

Aug 3, 2025 at 2:04 PM UTC

Agnes-de-Lodz

Fata Morgana

I dreamt this dream before I could speak it out loud, Between the signifier and imperfect signified, With all kinds of broken hours and promises never kept, I tried transforming what was often said in the past. This place would seem so real, Made for me, trembling in the middle, With small and growing earthquakes. I wrote myself again—my little truths. Looking for missing lines without wings, Carrying stones inside my mind, In tight, frayed bags from my beating heart, without hope for a final insight. Perhaps I just passed through the steam Of a swirling, repetitive, chaotic dance, Seeking tickets, carving an elusive imprint With my mosaic in this human code. Five minutes quietly slipped by. My earned time vanished. I had my moments going along the roadsides, Avoiding the end of this poetic journey. I stay wrapped in a heavy coat of suspicion. I saw Moirés crafting another delusion. I found a small reward in an addictive cliché, To feel short relief from what I call my reality. I remember what I did before, Choosing every day not to cast a stone Into the center of what I can’t grasp With my breathing, human existence. And this breath was enough.

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Sunsets. Growing up I never liked the nights, As a child it signified the end of play with the rule that you had to be indoors at dawn. I remember the evil ticking sound of the tremulous hands of time as we were separated from our friends, with the sun wrapping up in the fragrant petals of the freezing cold nights. A spirit locked inside a world of silence and pure nothingness. The hot fire sparks assaulting my fragile skin of the hands over the fire at the compulsory fireplace,It's streaks of sorrow still trace their way into my soul. Until the day [God knows when] I saw the beauty of colors blending together, forming a magical hue through (You guessed it.) a cheap camera lens. Sunset is twice as beautiful through a camera lens. Now more than ever I go sit at my betch, snap the beautiful sunsets, and caption them with a nervous pulse knowing it’ll soon end. Only fair since nothing lasts forever. Darkness closes in, the fun begins. I reach for your hand. "Come with me into darkness."

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Jun 19, 2015

Jun 19, 2015 at 4:36 AM UTC

ocean-carter

Sunsets (Reloaded)

Sunsets. Growing up I never liked the nights, As a child it signified the end of play with the rule that you had to be indoors at dawn. I remember the evil ticking sound of the tremulous hands of time as we were separated from our friends, with the sun wrapping up in the fragrant petals of the freezing cold nights. A spirit locked inside a world of silence and pure nothingness. The hot fire sparks assaulting my fragile skin of the hands over the fire at the compulsory fireplace,It's streaks of sorrow still trace their way into my soul. Until the day [God knows when] I saw the beauty of colors blending together, forming a magical hue through (You guessed it.) a cheap camera lens. Sunset is twice as beautiful through a camera lens. Now more than ever I go sit at my betch, snap the beautiful sunsets, and caption them with a nervous pulse knowing it’ll soon end. Only fair since nothing lasts forever. Darkness closes in, the fun begins. I reach for your hand. "Come with me into darkness."

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Maroon, crimson, dark red. Whatever color you want to call it, it sits balled in front of me on my old bedside table. You want it back because it has "sentimental value," your brother bought it for you before he went off to the military and it cost him seventy dollars. On the top shelf of my current bedside table, at the back, hidden from light, from sight, sits the ring you bought me that cost over two hundred dollars, the ring that signified a promise that you swore you'd keep. You asked if it bothered me to have, if it hurt, and I told you that it didn't. You said that I should keep it. You say the hoodie has sentimental value but I sit here with a ring of mineral, real diamond centered on its band, coveted only by the box you presented it to me in when you tricked me into finding it, when you told me you'd love me until the day that you died. The ring that later represented not only our connection, our relationship, but our engagement that I hear you're denying ever happened. You did not ask for the ring back. You never said that it held "sentimental value," but your seventy dollar hoodie from the brother who has given you fear to be touched by unprecedented betrayal, does. I cannot help but wonder how you are not bothered by an item that once held such meaning no longer being in your possession. I cannot help but wonder why you have not mentioned it. I cannot help but wonder if you hear a certain artist in the car, or with friends, and think of me but do not say anything in fear of making a scene. I cannot help but wonder if you are still in love with me. If a hoodie can hold such sentimental value and the ring you proposed to me with does not, did the words " I love you " mean less than " I'm trying to get over you " when you said them within a week of one another? Am I never meant to know? I fear I am not privileged enough to know whether or not these words, these things that have passed through my life were ever meant to mean more than a cool March night of lying on the roof of your car, staring at the constellations and wishing to be with you forever when I saw the shooting stars. I fear that I am no longer privileged to say no one knows you like I do. You said you wanted your hoodie back, and I told you that I found it. You said you'd find my clothes as soon as possible and I told you to take your time. I told you not to push yourself too hard. I didn't want you to hurt anymore. I don't know what to do with your hoodie, though. It's moving from my bed, to dresser, to bedside table to bed to dresser to bedside table and I wake and see it and think of you and I wonder if I should put it on when I go for a walk because it's warmer than anything else that I own, but I don't, because it has sentimental value. I do not.

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May 21, 2015

May 21, 2015 at 10:27 PM UTC

jessica-r-falk

Hoodie

Maroon, crimson, dark red. Whatever color you want to call it, it sits balled in front of me on my old bedside table. You want it back because it has "sentimental value," your brother bought it for you before he went off to the military and it cost him seventy dollars. On the top shelf of my current bedside table, at the back, hidden from light, from sight, sits the ring you bought me that cost over two hundred dollars, the ring that signified a promise that you swore you'd keep. You asked if it bothered me to have, if it hurt, and I told you that it didn't. You said that I should keep it. You say the hoodie has sentimental value but I sit here with a ring of mineral, real diamond centered on its band, coveted only by the box you presented it to me in when you tricked me into finding it, when you told me you'd love me until the day that you died. The ring that later represented not only our connection, our relationship, but our engagement that I hear you're denying ever happened. You did not ask for the ring back. You never said that it held "sentimental value," but your seventy dollar hoodie from the brother who has given you fear to be touched by unprecedented betrayal, does. I cannot help but wonder how you are not bothered by an item that once held such meaning no longer being in your possession. I cannot help but wonder why you have not mentioned it. I cannot help but wonder if you hear a certain artist in the car, or with friends, and think of me but do not say anything in fear of making a scene. I cannot help but wonder if you are still in love with me. If a hoodie can hold such sentimental value and the ring you proposed to me with does not, did the words " I love you " mean less than " I'm trying to get over you " when you said them within a week of one another? Am I never meant to know? I fear I am not privileged enough to know whether or not these words, these things that have passed through my life were ever meant to mean more than a cool March night of lying on the roof of your car, staring at the constellations and wishing to be with you forever when I saw the shooting stars. I fear that I am no longer privileged to say no one knows you like I do. You said you wanted your hoodie back, and I told you that I found it. You said you'd find my clothes as soon as possible and I told you to take your time. I told you not to push yourself too hard. I didn't want you to hurt anymore. I don't know what to do with your hoodie, though. It's moving from my bed, to dresser, to bedside table to bed to dresser to bedside table and I wake and see it and think of you and I wonder if I should put it on when I go for a walk because it's warmer than anything else that I own, but I don't, because it has sentimental value. I do not.

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Incongruous by nature wrapped in ignominious twine I eat sushi and a 12 dollar slice of cheese cake Chug two old english and spend the night at the porcelain throne both ends screaming staring into eyes rapt with fear all eyes are rapt with fear Of what then? Death? Shame? in the rubber belts and fulcrum arms and cogs of the melting *** all perspectives have value and the decadence signified in a haircut or a cadillac is nothing more than the words on the bathroom walls or little brown note books Clarity is for saps Flourish dans l'entropy Ou mourir dans la peur

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Jun 25, 2014

Jun 25, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC

michael-stenson-grund

An Oil Drum of Dunken Donuts Iced Coffee, Cream, Sugar, and Auntie Anne's Cinnamon Pretzel Sticks

Incongruous by nature wrapped in ignominious twine I eat sushi and a 12 dollar slice of cheese cake Chug two old english and spend the night at the porcelain throne both ends screaming staring into eyes rapt with fear all eyes are rapt with fear Of what then? Death? Shame? in the rubber belts and fulcrum arms and cogs of the melting *** all perspectives have value and the decadence signified in a haircut or a cadillac is nothing more than the words on the bathroom walls or little brown note books Clarity is for saps Flourish dans l'entropy Ou mourir dans la peur

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Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,

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Dec 22, 2018

Dec 22, 2018 at 8:45 AM UTC

RAJNANDY

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

Dedicated to all my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2019 ! Kindly read the footnotes too. If you like it, do re-post this poem for wider circulation please! Thank You, - Raj A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Travelling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the 'uncrowned King' one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolised His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - Of His kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………....................... NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ALL COPY RIGHTS WITH THE AUTHOR ONLY ,

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Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem

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Dec 23, 2016

Dec 23, 2016 at 7:37 AM UTC

RAJNANDY

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

Dedicated to Ms Valsa George & my Poet Friend, as I wish them a Merry Christmas & a Happy New Year - 2017 ! A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM ! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a Bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume ! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life - in the prevailing gloom; While symbolising His sorrowing, suffering and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ………………………………………………………………...........................¬.. NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD Manuscript says that these Three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne !! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes, & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming , - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. , Edit poem

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II But only three in all God’s universe Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died, The deathweights, placed there, would have signified Less absolute exclusion. ‘Nay’ is worse From God than from all others, O my friend! Men could not part us with their worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars: And, heaven being rolled between us at the end, We should but vow the faster for the stars.

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 02 - But Only Three In All God’s Universe

II But only three in all God’s universe Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died, The deathweights, placed there, would have signified Less absolute exclusion. ‘Nay’ is worse From God than from all others, O my friend! Men could not part us with their worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars: And, heaven being rolled between us at the end, We should but vow the faster for the stars.

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A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,

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Dec 22, 2014

Dec 22, 2014 at 3:18 AM UTC

RAJNANDY

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM !

A BRIGHT STAR OVER BETHLEHEM! * By Raj Nandy* “We three kings of Orient are, Bearing gifts we travel afar; Field and fountain, moor and mountain, - Following the yonder star ! “ - A Christmas Carol. Named Casper, Melchior, and Balthasar, - @ The Three Wise Men came from the East, Traveling west guided by a bright Star, To seek out the child born under this lucky Star ; And to pay their homage and before him kneel, For He was to become the Savior and King ! They brought Him precious gifts of Gold, Frankincense, and Myrrh, - Which were also symbolic gifts by far! Precious Gold has been a gift for royalty always, For the baby Jesus was to become the uncrowned King one day! Frankincense as a soothing perfume was really good , Which also symbolized His future priesthood ! Myrrh as an embalming ointment was being used, By the ancient Egyptians as a preserving perfume! # This gift of Myrrh was like a breath of new life in the prevailing gloom; While symbolizing His sorrowing, suffering, and crucifixion; And leading to His final resurrection, - To save mankind from their sinful affliction! So Friends, when you celebrate Christmas this year, Let us with love bring hope and good cheer! And help to wipe out those sorrowing tears, - By giving gifts to those destitute children and bless, Since we generally tend to forget them always! And let our gifts become a true symbol, - HIS kindness and love let them reflect and resemble! ……………………………………………………………….......................................... A Very Happy Christmas To All My Reader! NOTES : - @ = One 8th Century AD manuscript says that these three Wise Men were also astrologers, who had known about the Prophecy of the birth of Jesus who was to be the King of the Jews! They were guided by a Bright Star which had shone over the town of Bethlehem in Judea, ruled by the mad King Herod! Their three symbolic Gifts signified the King, the Priest, and the Savior of Mankind respectively! From the ‘Gospel of Matthews’ we learn that King Herod had told them to inform him about the Baby’s location! But since they had been forewarned by a dream, they returned by a different route! So Herod gave orders to **** all children 2 years and below, fearing this ‘King of the Jews’ will one day take over his throne! #MYRRH = was being used by the Egyptians during the 5th century BC, which they had obtained from Africa. It was used in incense, in perfumes , & in holy ointments; mostly for embalming ; - signifying Jesus was to die for mankind ! Thanks for reading, – Raj. ,

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The spaces between their thighs signified the act of vomiting and starvation, or just really good metabolism a small appetite genes but considering that their instagram has no photos of food but filled with selfies of their thin legs donning patterns maybe they have that problem. But they are beautiful- I suppose. I draw them without clothes. Confidence in a pose. and I, with my curves, wouldn't mind to appear like them, sans ***** So I eat and I work. And I stare in the mirror, and see the tiniest space right below my womanhood, and muscles closing in I guess it's healthy, just not thin.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 8:48 AM UTC

tntcl

Gap

The spaces between their thighs signified the act of vomiting and starvation, or just really good metabolism a small appetite genes but considering that their instagram has no photos of food but filled with selfies of their thin legs donning patterns maybe they have that problem. But they are beautiful- I suppose. I draw them without clothes. Confidence in a pose. and I, with my curves, wouldn't mind to appear like them, sans ***** So I eat and I work. And I stare in the mirror, and see the tiniest space right below my womanhood, and muscles closing in I guess it's healthy, just not thin.

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with just three nails Your life ended and mine began. it took only three nails to change my destiny, my identity, my future. with three nails You gave me life i don't deserve because i fail you and yet You love me. those three nails signified Your unending love for me. those three nails gave me the freedom to struggle. and i will never fully understand what it meant for You to let those three nails pierce You. i will never fully understand how much it hurt, how much it cost You to let those three nails pierce You. and yet i know that if You had to do it again You would let those three nails pierce You.

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Mar 20, 2014

Mar 20, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC

gabycompres

three nails.

with just three nails Your life ended and mine began. it took only three nails to change my destiny, my identity, my future. with three nails You gave me life i don't deserve because i fail you and yet You love me. those three nails signified Your unending love for me. those three nails gave me the freedom to struggle. and i will never fully understand what it meant for You to let those three nails pierce You. i will never fully understand how much it hurt, how much it cost You to let those three nails pierce You. and yet i know that if You had to do it again You would let those three nails pierce You.

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As I drift off unto the sky touched days, the tranquil sways of the myriad waves, underneath this wood build raft, I crafted with my hands for this sea lain path. The chilled touch of the scared hour, continues to devour my will and power. Sun set palace beacons down like untouched snow on the ice covered ground. No fear, regret, worries or troubles as I drift in closer to my dream islands double. Earth has been a gift to us, the ocean has received my trust, what seemed like hours fluttered past before my eyes coloured gold and brass. As I reached to touch the grains of sand that signified my arrival to land, I felt my body concave in, the beauty I held from deep within. The pure surroundings I had befriended, awarded me with belief that has never ended. What lies beneath the grand horizon was stunning, of that I could not hide from. The welcoming call of the overhead birds, translated into human words, as I became one with the flawless landscape, my three wishes spent on that to never escape.

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Jan 3, 2014

Jan 3, 2014 at 3:55 PM UTC

holly-ogorman

Waves

As I drift off unto the sky touched days, the tranquil sways of the myriad waves, underneath this wood build raft, I crafted with my hands for this sea lain path. The chilled touch of the scared hour, continues to devour my will and power. Sun set palace beacons down like untouched snow on the ice covered ground. No fear, regret, worries or troubles as I drift in closer to my dream islands double. Earth has been a gift to us, the ocean has received my trust, what seemed like hours fluttered past before my eyes coloured gold and brass. As I reached to touch the grains of sand that signified my arrival to land, I felt my body concave in, the beauty I held from deep within. The pure surroundings I had befriended, awarded me with belief that has never ended. What lies beneath the grand horizon was stunning, of that I could not hide from. The welcoming call of the overhead birds, translated into human words, as I became one with the flawless landscape, my three wishes spent on that to never escape.

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She invited me into her palace of art, Where everything signified something else. She wore a silvery gown, Covered with a million miniature mirrors. I was badly dressed. “Beautiful lady, be my love and heal my soul. My life is fragments. Make me whole.” “I made this place to stand apart, A window to a world purer, deeply felt. Everything here is for you but my heart. Don’t get the idea that it’s going to melt Later on.” Music played. Nirvana. Or maybe it was “Deacon Blues.” Twisted letters carved On doorknobs offered clues To someone else’s mystery. “Then be my muse, Teach me the language of clouds The coded words on the ceiling’s vault.” A digital river flowed beneath A winding stair down to an analog sea. I asked “Are these ‘caverns measureless to man’?” “Yes,” she said, “But not to woman.” I wandered through room after room, One printed, one painted, one sculpted, one Paneled with friezes like the blazing tomb Of an epic queen deified by the sun. I saw a near-empty room with a single chair. The light defined its form, its form escaping into light. “Is this real or a photo?” “Yes,” she serenely replied. I came to two doors. One said Discipline, One Desire. “How can I possibly choose?” “They lead to the same place,” she said. What was real and what wasn’t flowed together “You’re starting to figure it out.” The innocence of a woman’s arched back, And the wisdom of children. The solitude of a lonely pier. I knelt and I thanked her “Was all this for me?” “I made this to give away. Not just for you. What have you learned? Let’s review. “Art is a shield Against falling glass. Art healed My divided mind, which used to devour Itself, giving away its power. Art is hunger, a piercing lack. Art is a ride on a gull’s back. Art is a dodge, the as of the mirror. Art destroys, callous clearer Of old order. Art is a dance, a surrender to chance. Art is not all seduction and fire Or tethered to your desire (Except when it is). Beyond the dazzle of you and me, Art is a failing light for learning how to see.” I said “Now I understand less than before.” “Then you’re ready. Imagine starry ways beyond these walls. Use an innocent eye. Confusion calls.” I never saw her again. But it was enough to start small. She tempted me like an empty page. From this immense vacuum, I write.

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Jan 5, 2019

Jan 5, 2019 at 1:50 PM UTC

david-adamson

In the Palace of Art

She invited me into her palace of art, Where everything signified something else. She wore a silvery gown, Covered with a million miniature mirrors. I was badly dressed. “Beautiful lady, be my love and heal my soul. My life is fragments. Make me whole.” “I made this place to stand apart, A window to a world purer, deeply felt. Everything here is for you but my heart. Don’t get the idea that it’s going to melt Later on.” Music played. Nirvana. Or maybe it was “Deacon Blues.” Twisted letters carved On doorknobs offered clues To someone else’s mystery. “Then be my muse, Teach me the language of clouds The coded words on the ceiling’s vault.” A digital river flowed beneath A winding stair down to an analog sea. I asked “Are these ‘caverns measureless to man’?” “Yes,” she said, “But not to woman.” I wandered through room after room, One printed, one painted, one sculpted, one Paneled with friezes like the blazing tomb Of an epic queen deified by the sun. I saw a near-empty room with a single chair. The light defined its form, its form escaping into light. “Is this real or a photo?” “Yes,” she serenely replied. I came to two doors. One said Discipline, One Desire. “How can I possibly choose?” “They lead to the same place,” she said. What was real and what wasn’t flowed together “You’re starting to figure it out.” The innocence of a woman’s arched back, And the wisdom of children. The solitude of a lonely pier. I knelt and I thanked her “Was all this for me?” “I made this to give away. Not just for you. What have you learned? Let’s review. “Art is a shield Against falling glass. Art healed My divided mind, which used to devour Itself, giving away its power. Art is hunger, a piercing lack. Art is a ride on a gull’s back. Art is a dodge, the as of the mirror. Art destroys, callous clearer Of old order. Art is a dance, a surrender to chance. Art is not all seduction and fire Or tethered to your desire (Except when it is). Beyond the dazzle of you and me, Art is a failing light for learning how to see.” I said “Now I understand less than before.” “Then you’re ready. Imagine starry ways beyond these walls. Use an innocent eye. Confusion calls.” I never saw her again. But it was enough to start small. She tempted me like an empty page. From this immense vacuum, I write.

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A Stick was placed next to another stick the other stick was taller in this stick land height was a measuring stick your height signified your potential not every stick grew into their young bodies in fact most didn't sticks would shrink as they aged until they had reached what they would be forever This Stick didn't get it how was he so short He was smart, funny, likeable all the sticks would stick to him he had to look up to see them why does no one believe in me The Stick asked himself at night no matter, I will prove them wrong The Stick learned all he could listened all he could talked all he could experienced all he could The Stick threw himself in everything he wanted to and while the sticks around him shrank This Stick Grew

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Sep 18, 2014

Sep 18, 2014 at 12:25 AM UTC

tark-wain

This Stick Grew

A Stick was placed next to another stick the other stick was taller in this stick land height was a measuring stick your height signified your potential not every stick grew into their young bodies in fact most didn't sticks would shrink as they aged until they had reached what they would be forever This Stick didn't get it how was he so short He was smart, funny, likeable all the sticks would stick to him he had to look up to see them why does no one believe in me The Stick asked himself at night no matter, I will prove them wrong The Stick learned all he could listened all he could talked all he could experienced all he could The Stick threw himself in everything he wanted to and while the sticks around him shrank This Stick Grew

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The Earth is purged: Human ghosts Once hung in elemental pores Have been released, Ascendant from dirt And salt. Evening vespers complete After one-thousand years Of denial, They take flight into ether, Each ascension signified In violent purple hues, Clean breaks.

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Aug 20, 2014

Aug 20, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC

eva-fox

Electrostatic Epitaphs

The Earth is purged: Human ghosts Once hung in elemental pores Have been released, Ascendant from dirt And salt. Evening vespers complete After one-thousand years Of denial, They take flight into ether, Each ascension signified In violent purple hues, Clean breaks.

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Nature has deemed fit to bless the female form with monthly...troubles Once taboo to speak of Many grew up ignorant of their own blood Only that it's purpose signified Their readiness to be sacrificed Lower than cattle, owned, bartered A son meant continuation of line, of name A woman was an acquisition Nothing more Many a young maid, trembling on her wedding night Forced to open her heart, her ****** body To a man, hopefully gentle That she had only just met Let alone speak to A groom preferred his bride Meek and mild Untouched by even her own hands To know pleasure was to be a wanton Nothing pure could be so passionate When our very nature dictates us to be so! Society views our struggle as "Having come a long way." How reprehensible to say such a thing When we are still victimized Underpaid Objectified Abused The media flaunts only those That are deemed "beautiful" by a panel of judges When in fact all of us radiate For we are governed by the moon *Our very *** harnessed by her silvery pull*

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Jul 11, 2014

Jul 11, 2014 at 10:29 AM UTC

brook-ilges

To Be Woman (is to be a Lunatic)

Nature has deemed fit to bless the female form with monthly...troubles Once taboo to speak of Many grew up ignorant of their own blood Only that it's purpose signified Their readiness to be sacrificed Lower than cattle, owned, bartered A son meant continuation of line, of name A woman was an acquisition Nothing more Many a young maid, trembling on her wedding night Forced to open her heart, her ****** body To a man, hopefully gentle That she had only just met Let alone speak to A groom preferred his bride Meek and mild Untouched by even her own hands To know pleasure was to be a wanton Nothing pure could be so passionate When our very nature dictates us to be so! Society views our struggle as "Having come a long way." How reprehensible to say such a thing When we are still victimized Underpaid Objectified Abused The media flaunts only those That are deemed "beautiful" by a panel of judges When in fact all of us radiate For we are governed by the moon *Our very *** harnessed by her silvery pull*

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We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am Fall for you no I am not. I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent. She never asked me to trust her but I did She never asked me to love her yet I did And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go She frowned wen I left She cried when I was gone She smiled when I retured. If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC

aya-187

my nest

We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am Fall for you no I am not. I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent. She never asked me to trust her but I did She never asked me to love her yet I did And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go She frowned wen I left She cried when I was gone She smiled when I retured. If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

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Sunsets. Growing up I never liked the nights, As a child it signified the end of play with the rule that you had to be indoors at dawn. The sound of ticking tremulous hands of time as you were separated from your friends as the sun wraps up in the fragrant petals of the night fell was evil. A spirit locked inside a world of silence and pure nothingness. The hot fire sparks assaulting the fragile skin of the hands over the fire at and streaks of sorrow still trace their way into my soul. Until [God knows when] I’ve seen the beauty of colors blending together, forming a magical hue through a cheap camera lens. You guessed it. Sunset is twice as beautiful through a camera lens. Nowadays I go sit and catch the sunset, knowing it’ll soon end. Only fair since nothing lasts forever. As darkness closes in the fun begins. I reach for your hand. Come with me into darkness.

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Nov 21, 2014

Nov 21, 2014 at 1:47 AM UTC

ocean-carter

sunsets.

Sunsets. Growing up I never liked the nights, As a child it signified the end of play with the rule that you had to be indoors at dawn. The sound of ticking tremulous hands of time as you were separated from your friends as the sun wraps up in the fragrant petals of the night fell was evil. A spirit locked inside a world of silence and pure nothingness. The hot fire sparks assaulting the fragile skin of the hands over the fire at and streaks of sorrow still trace their way into my soul. Until [God knows when] I’ve seen the beauty of colors blending together, forming a magical hue through a cheap camera lens. You guessed it. Sunset is twice as beautiful through a camera lens. Nowadays I go sit and catch the sunset, knowing it’ll soon end. Only fair since nothing lasts forever. As darkness closes in the fun begins. I reach for your hand. Come with me into darkness.

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A supernova signified our end We flew apart with blazing tempers bold But now my fire's long gone out, my friend, And even bitter embers have grown cold A silent city's summer helped me know The lonely road of life where friends are spurned The road where wounded lovers tend to go To gaze at shores beyond their bridges burned The echoes of our violent final words Have drowned the love-filled chorus of our years How can I break the silence you've preferred And reach across the void to dry your tears? How can the strength of friends so long professed So quickly fall— and oh, so soundly rest?

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Aug 16, 2013

Aug 16, 2013 at 11:33 PM UTC

the-knave-of-spades

The Strength of Friends

A supernova signified our end We flew apart with blazing tempers bold But now my fire's long gone out, my friend, And even bitter embers have grown cold A silent city's summer helped me know The lonely road of life where friends are spurned The road where wounded lovers tend to go To gaze at shores beyond their bridges burned The echoes of our violent final words Have drowned the love-filled chorus of our years How can I break the silence you've preferred And reach across the void to dry your tears? How can the strength of friends so long professed So quickly fall— and oh, so soundly rest?

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He was beautiful Abandoning the connoted femininity Of the word He was a brilliant masterpiece But his strokes Were ones of painful acceptance Blood smeared over Heartache He was a sunflower Tall and lanky With the unspoken Vibrance Of his eternal petals She could stare at him for hours He both signified and condemned the idea Of traditional Beauty

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Nov 19, 2014

Nov 19, 2014 at 2:03 PM UTC

mari-elle-iman

Juxtaposed Sunflower

He was beautiful Abandoning the connoted femininity Of the word He was a brilliant masterpiece But his strokes Were ones of painful acceptance Blood smeared over Heartache He was a sunflower Tall and lanky With the unspoken Vibrance Of his eternal petals She could stare at him for hours He both signified and condemned the idea Of traditional Beauty

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The ground and I are good friends We have shared a few encounters The first encounter was when my Dad went to prepare our mansion in heaven with Angels I was only seven The second encounter was when we had to move from our house and town to live with Granny and Pops My mom's folks I experienced melancholy Little did I know that Melancholy signified my fourth encounter with the ground Pops He touched me made me roll the rubber down his manhood He put his ugly cigarette thick fingers in my cookie jar I was only nine That wasn't enough He would wake me up in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep and say Angel let us go watch the stars I wouldn't say no to watching stars that's my favorite thing to do especially late at night That's when my Fifth encounter with the ground occurred Pops told me that if I scream he will ensure that he throws myself and baby sister out I remembered that we had nowhere to go so I obeyed The ground and I became one at this point for nine years I didn't tell moms for I didn't wanna ruin her relationship with her folks She had business trips all the time to ensure that we have all we need Pops is dead anyways The sixth encounter was when moms told me she doesn't trust me That ripped me into microscopic pieces Luckily we are now good friends And the rest of encounters are when my "true loves" chopped my heart into cubes Oh there is encounter it happened when I found out that I have an extra year in High School But now all is well I'm not afraid to fall For the ground and I are friends I always standup even if it takes years sometimes The fall made me who I am now

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Jun 26, 2016

Jun 26, 2016 at 3:12 AM UTC

anita-daniel

The ground and I

The ground and I are good friends We have shared a few encounters The first encounter was when my Dad went to prepare our mansion in heaven with Angels I was only seven The second encounter was when we had to move from our house and town to live with Granny and Pops My mom's folks I experienced melancholy Little did I know that Melancholy signified my fourth encounter with the ground Pops He touched me made me roll the rubber down his manhood He put his ugly cigarette thick fingers in my cookie jar I was only nine That wasn't enough He would wake me up in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep and say Angel let us go watch the stars I wouldn't say no to watching stars that's my favorite thing to do especially late at night That's when my Fifth encounter with the ground occurred Pops told me that if I scream he will ensure that he throws myself and baby sister out I remembered that we had nowhere to go so I obeyed The ground and I became one at this point for nine years I didn't tell moms for I didn't wanna ruin her relationship with her folks She had business trips all the time to ensure that we have all we need Pops is dead anyways The sixth encounter was when moms told me she doesn't trust me That ripped me into microscopic pieces Luckily we are now good friends And the rest of encounters are when my "true loves" chopped my heart into cubes Oh there is encounter it happened when I found out that I have an extra year in High School But now all is well I'm not afraid to fall For the ground and I are friends I always standup even if it takes years sometimes The fall made me who I am now

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We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am Fall for you no I am not. I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent. She never asked me to trust her but I did She never asked me to love her yet I did And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go She frowned wen I left She cried when I was gone She smiled when I retured. If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

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Aug 2, 2013

Aug 2, 2013 at 8:43 AM UTC

aya-187

my nest

We speak a languege only we understand from the day your hand found my hand our love is not difficult to understand but cannot be explained, you know all my secrets and I know yours, no lies no secrets and no wars afraid to fall yes I am Fall for you no I am not. I explained to you my fears you comforted me assured me I had nothing to worry about she was diffrent she made no promices but her voice sounded like promice itself I flanged my insecurities hoping she would head for the heals but she stayed and she was going nowhere. She told my wounds were fresh and that they needed to heal and she would nature me through my pain and hope that one day I,ll give her a chance to prove to me she she's diffrent. She never asked me to trust her but I did She never asked me to love her yet I did And Despite all the significant others she signified me. She was my home, my nest, my den, my cradle where I found peace from the vultures who tried to devour my meat but most importantly the reason why I loved with everything I had was because she sighed when I had to go She frowned wen I left She cried when I was gone She smiled when I retured. If you find anyone who goes through this emotional rollercoaster for you grab her with both arms and never let her go..........

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