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"woul" poems

. A Tiny hat My forefathers Humble beginnings I somewhat envy them bec Ause then,they had their own styl E with self made values And rules not trying to Copy others but living in utmost grace and si mplicity.though I woul dn't want to live back; in those days,I respect The strength of my forefathers Their intellect and wisdom,yes.

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Dec 11, 2015

Dec 11, 2015 at 10:29 AM UTC

Humble beginnings

. A Tiny hat My forefathers Humble beginnings I somewhat envy them bec Ause then,they had their own styl E with self made values And rules not trying to Copy others but living in utmost grace and si mplicity.though I woul dn't want to live back; in those days,I respect The strength of my forefathers Their intellect and wisdom,yes.

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I feel like glass No that's wrong because you can still see reflections in glass I feel like air No that's wrong because you can still see light through air I feel like words No that's also wrong because you can at least hear words when they are spoken I guess that I am vacuum because when you look at me it's like nothing is here But wait I dot blame you directly for that I blame him Yes your boyfriend if that's what you want to call him From this point in I'm going to call him your keeper Because although you feel he loves you last night the things I saw were not love but anger in his eyes and fear in yours As I resisted the gut wrenching feeling to express to his face the emotions that flowed through me I held back in contempt I held back to protect you from being hurt that I would do such a thing to him and keep him from ******** and complaining to you Now I may not understand love But I have a pretty good idea and when I can be told from the other side of the country by the last person in the world I woul expect to say this That he does not love you but rather loves the feeling of controlling you for him it is like a drug he gets that high when he knows that you do what he wishes He gets a high from knowing that even when he ***** up that you will forgive him in the morning an not because he deserves it but because you fear him leaving I understand that you love him but his love for you faded long ago for him now it's just empty words he says to keep you on his hook The way I look at you is in fear that I may never show you what love really is and that you will be stuck listening to his twisting words as he continues to control your life That shouldn't be my problem but it is because I love you and I fear for when he lets go A man very close to me once told me that a man who controls a woman's life is no real man and that a man who allows her to live her how she wants and is still there for her is the man she truly deserves Now I'm not saying I'm better than him But I am saying that he controls you I've seen it your friends have seen it your parents have seen but we all kept quiet trying not hurt you but I believe know because he has left that although this may hurt to read that it is time someone showed you the difference without him being able to twist it I believe that now is the time when you must wake up and realize that he does not love you but loves controlling you I hope you realize that he's just trying to be your Keeper I will forever love you MLG

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May 19, 2013

May 19, 2013 at 2:09 PM UTC

I feel like glass No that's wrong because you can still see reflections in glass I feel like air No that's wrong because you can still see light through air I feel like words No that's also wrong because you can at least hear words when they are spoken I guess that I am vacuum because when you look at me it's like nothing is here But wait I dot blame you directly for that I blame him Yes your boyfriend if that's what you want to call him From this point in I'm going to call him your keeper Because although you feel he loves you last night the things I saw were not love but anger in his eyes and fear in yours As I resisted the gut wrenching feeling to express to his face the emotions that flowed through me I held back in contempt I held back to protect you from being hurt that I would do such a thing to him and keep him from ******** and complaining to you Now I may not understand love But I have a pretty good idea and when I can be told from the other side of the country by the last person in the world I woul expect to say this That he does not love you but rather loves the feeling of controlling you for him it is like a drug he gets that high when he knows that you do what he wishes He gets a high from knowing that even when he ***** up that you will forgive him in the morning an not because he deserves it but because you fear him leaving I understand that you love him but his love for you faded long ago for him now it's just empty words he says to keep you on his hook The way I look at you is in fear that I may never show you what love really is and that you will be stuck listening to his twisting words as he continues to control your life That shouldn't be my problem but it is because I love you and I fear for when he lets go A man very close to me once told me that a man who controls a woman's life is no real man and that a man who allows her to live her how she wants and is still there for her is the man she truly deserves Now I'm not saying I'm better than him But I am saying that he controls you I've seen it your friends have seen it your parents have seen but we all kept quiet trying not hurt you but I believe know because he has left that although this may hurt to read that it is time someone showed you the difference without him being able to twist it I believe that now is the time when you must wake up and realize that he does not love you but loves controlling you I hope you realize that he's just trying to be your Keeper I will forever love you MLG

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Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! From roses to doses, They did, they do and are done watering roses with alcohol. Since I was conceived my blood is that much of methanol and that disturbs my devotion. She had turned her womb, my temporary home into an ocean of ***** From which i was swimming in whisky, As much as this is risky, I was sleeping on bedrums. At times I woul'd feel drums booming such that my heart skips beats, But still pump methanol, my source of oxygen. She had turned her womb into a savannah biome, My life was dry but still i survived. What a beautiful galaxy within which I existed? Made of Heineken stars and clip drift ropes, That keeps on drifting and leaves me tipsy! Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! I wonder if Black labels is the reason i am black? If my birth in autumn would be ascribed to autumn harvest? Only lucky Brandy is my name, rather than smin off spin. Like a stranger in his own element, For my first foot steps I waddled, twisted and turned. For my first blood test, mother came back in mascara ***** tears Not because I was positive neither negative but alcoholic. my blood is invalid, that is the product of the woman in ***** Like a bouncing putty, i can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance!

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Oct 22, 2014

Oct 22, 2014 at 9:56 AM UTC

sibusisoxtdo-gama

I was born tipsy

Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! From roses to doses, They did, they do and are done watering roses with alcohol. Since I was conceived my blood is that much of methanol and that disturbs my devotion. She had turned her womb, my temporary home into an ocean of ***** From which i was swimming in whisky, As much as this is risky, I was sleeping on bedrums. At times I woul'd feel drums booming such that my heart skips beats, But still pump methanol, my source of oxygen. She had turned her womb into a savannah biome, My life was dry but still i survived. What a beautiful galaxy within which I existed? Made of Heineken stars and clip drift ropes, That keeps on drifting and leaves me tipsy! Like a bouncing putty, I can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance! I wonder if Black labels is the reason i am black? If my birth in autumn would be ascribed to autumn harvest? Only lucky Brandy is my name, rather than smin off spin. Like a stranger in his own element, For my first foot steps I waddled, twisted and turned. For my first blood test, mother came back in mascara ***** tears Not because I was positive neither negative but alcoholic. my blood is invalid, that is the product of the woman in ***** Like a bouncing putty, i can still bounce. Look at me, I can dance. I am not drunk, Just only a bit tipsy, I am chemically off balance!

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i want to scream you through my mouth. i don't have to exist any longer, as sun shine or stretched clothing that doesn't fit any longer, the shirts in your drawer, the scarves fumbled with and discarded underneath the stairs of a community c ollege. if you want this, would you tell m e. i don't have to step outside this door, not once or twice without you. because, of course, there are better things. i don 't think i make any more sense than pre tty birds that cheep unicorn songs, and grow shelters for their green-houses. i could write you a song, if you'd like. when the sun shines for the second tim e, i'll let you know. right now the clouds are labelled grey, and drawing islands i n the discovering sand does not remedy seasonal blues unaffected by the medic ation of your smile and racing for play-g round swings that cut up my thighs any way. if i could put you on repeat, i woul d, but life ain't youtube, and people ain 't paintings you can put in a frame and hang on the wall, they ain't songs you can listen to until you go cross-eyed wi th giddiness. i'm not new anymore, i'm words i've already written, places i've already been, i am people unfamiliar b ecause i've talked to them for so long.

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Dec 7, 2010

Dec 7, 2010 at 11:39 AM UTC

i give up on titling this

i want to scream you through my mouth. i don't have to exist any longer, as sun shine or stretched clothing that doesn't fit any longer, the shirts in your drawer, the scarves fumbled with and discarded underneath the stairs of a community c ollege. if you want this, would you tell m e. i don't have to step outside this door, not once or twice without you. because, of course, there are better things. i don 't think i make any more sense than pre tty birds that cheep unicorn songs, and grow shelters for their green-houses. i could write you a song, if you'd like. when the sun shines for the second tim e, i'll let you know. right now the clouds are labelled grey, and drawing islands i n the discovering sand does not remedy seasonal blues unaffected by the medic ation of your smile and racing for play-g round swings that cut up my thighs any way. if i could put you on repeat, i woul d, but life ain't youtube, and people ain 't paintings you can put in a frame and hang on the wall, they ain't songs you can listen to until you go cross-eyed wi th giddiness. i'm not new anymore, i'm words i've already written, places i've already been, i am people unfamiliar b ecause i've talked to them for so long.

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it was only a little house, two bedrooms, small in space, a kitchen, bathroom and living area.. some woul call it quaint, others run-down and dilapidated... ...but it was a happy place....even if it sat alone ...bar a jacaranda tree...out in the middle of a drygrass sea... on the outside, the paint had peeled and the boards had begun to warp... the yard was dry brown grass and dryer red dust, the roof, corrugated tin was dull with age.... the door, was once painted a bright hopeful blue but now faded like old denim... on the verandah two chairs a table.....and an old cattledog.... the bell, a suprising ****** but inside that ramshackle house... that stood by luck and will alone.... was a home....filled to the brim with love.... the old couple who lived there... still held hands ....still looked at each other with love and longing.....still danced to the old record player most nights.... still slept wrapped in each others arms.... still bickered and fought then made up....with a lasting passion.... still wished for, more days together in the sun.... these are my memories of my aunt beth and uncle wilf..... and the house, they made a home.... out in the middle of nowhere....

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Nov 28, 2014

Nov 28, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC

the house @ book corner.

it was only a little house, two bedrooms, small in space, a kitchen, bathroom and living area.. some woul call it quaint, others run-down and dilapidated... ...but it was a happy place....even if it sat alone ...bar a jacaranda tree...out in the middle of a drygrass sea... on the outside, the paint had peeled and the boards had begun to warp... the yard was dry brown grass and dryer red dust, the roof, corrugated tin was dull with age.... the door, was once painted a bright hopeful blue but now faded like old denim... on the verandah two chairs a table.....and an old cattledog.... the bell, a suprising ****** but inside that ramshackle house... that stood by luck and will alone.... was a home....filled to the brim with love.... the old couple who lived there... still held hands ....still looked at each other with love and longing.....still danced to the old record player most nights.... still slept wrapped in each others arms.... still bickered and fought then made up....with a lasting passion.... still wished for, more days together in the sun.... these are my memories of my aunt beth and uncle wilf..... and the house, they made a home.... out in the middle of nowhere....

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swapping our days past for gas masks. your excuses are weak. but you are not, you are strong. we never speak long about the things you feel. we linger on my stresses and strains - they are real but , we find comfort in their pettyness glazed over with brief happiness the day-to-day norm the calm that cant see the storm. fog blankets us on the hill as the rain shifts to show the lands where terror reigns. it pains me to see you shrug it off, day dreaming is not enough. let time drift, let him slip coz you wont miss him like i do. He is not a weapon he is a friend, how can people find their heaven as a means to yourend time flys in your company. you and me, the only thing we **** is time and there's none of that to waste you a saving grace. a friendly face, you live life at a different pace but we race through our occational days dreaming up ways to seamingly live and be free you and me, that perfect company. trying to master the art of the perfect raspberry whilst drinking hot chocolate, to most its not much but you never fail to make me laugh. weather fails to dampen spirits even a gail woul bring a good time with it. we concluded we cant ice skate with bruises and feet that ache talking late over hot drinks but its half a years worth of winks before i see you again. i dont mind coz when i do its like theres been no gap, weve got big plans, camping and the zoo me and you, we fit and i know you have to leave but believe me its **** to see you walk away to being another half a years worth of days away.

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Jul 28, 2013

Jul 28, 2013 at 12:40 PM UTC

hot chocolates.

swapping our days past for gas masks. your excuses are weak. but you are not, you are strong. we never speak long about the things you feel. we linger on my stresses and strains - they are real but , we find comfort in their pettyness glazed over with brief happiness the day-to-day norm the calm that cant see the storm. fog blankets us on the hill as the rain shifts to show the lands where terror reigns. it pains me to see you shrug it off, day dreaming is not enough. let time drift, let him slip coz you wont miss him like i do. He is not a weapon he is a friend, how can people find their heaven as a means to yourend time flys in your company. you and me, the only thing we **** is time and there's none of that to waste you a saving grace. a friendly face, you live life at a different pace but we race through our occational days dreaming up ways to seamingly live and be free you and me, that perfect company. trying to master the art of the perfect raspberry whilst drinking hot chocolate, to most its not much but you never fail to make me laugh. weather fails to dampen spirits even a gail woul bring a good time with it. we concluded we cant ice skate with bruises and feet that ache talking late over hot drinks but its half a years worth of winks before i see you again. i dont mind coz when i do its like theres been no gap, weve got big plans, camping and the zoo me and you, we fit and i know you have to leave but believe me its **** to see you walk away to being another half a years worth of days away.

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overcast life not worth the open eyes i need to rise above these clouds and lies its overgrown and overdone this way we go about with chapels and tradition rituals and true religion why do we not fear these things? tornadoes in the making tsunami waves breaking is it ever worth it all overload God wouldn't want this God would'nt want this God woul'dnt want this God wou'ldnt want this hideous mistakes and earthquakes man has made a mess blood and broken glass and crusaders in the rain overthrow the superficial revolt yourself from overlords floods in the making covenants breaking why do we not fear these things? is it ever worth it all overthought

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Dec 30, 2010

Dec 30, 2010 at 6:18 PM UTC

clayton-woolery

overcast life not worth the open eyes i need to rise above these clouds and lies its overgrown and overdone this way we go about with chapels and tradition rituals and true religion why do we not fear these things? tornadoes in the making tsunami waves breaking is it ever worth it all overload God wouldn't want this God would'nt want this God woul'dnt want this God wou'ldnt want this hideous mistakes and earthquakes man has made a mess blood and broken glass and crusaders in the rain overthrow the superficial revolt yourself from overlords floods in the making covenants breaking why do we not fear these things? is it ever worth it all overthought

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If I wrote suicide note... It wouldn't be a love letter If I wrote a suicide note Would you be in it Would it sadden your conviction Would you be my hopeful light that made me leave with a smile If you read the note Would tear ducts flow Would you caring make a difference Woul I be pushed aside or would it be more delibrate If I wrote a suicide note Do you think I would end it Would life crush me to the point Thyat I would morlly want to end it When you read it and the truth spilled out Could it make or brake your attention My hateful restitution My loving resolution What would be the reason Today or tomorrow If you wrote a suicide note Would i be in it or make the difference Have you ever thought every consequential second me just exsisting or emotions thick as resin Would you cry knowing I did. The guilt would it **** you that I lived and you weren't around to care or do anything about it. If you were there and tried as hard as you could and love me with warmth and not responsibility as I would you. I left it in the note as my best and worst

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Apr 8, 2014

Apr 8, 2014 at 7:22 PM UTC

Writing from a suicide

If I wrote suicide note... It wouldn't be a love letter If I wrote a suicide note Would you be in it Would it sadden your conviction Would you be my hopeful light that made me leave with a smile If you read the note Would tear ducts flow Would you caring make a difference Woul I be pushed aside or would it be more delibrate If I wrote a suicide note Do you think I would end it Would life crush me to the point Thyat I would morlly want to end it When you read it and the truth spilled out Could it make or brake your attention My hateful restitution My loving resolution What would be the reason Today or tomorrow If you wrote a suicide note Would i be in it or make the difference Have you ever thought every consequential second me just exsisting or emotions thick as resin Would you cry knowing I did. The guilt would it **** you that I lived and you weren't around to care or do anything about it. If you were there and tried as hard as you could and love me with warmth and not responsibility as I would you. I left it in the note as my best and worst

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[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.] When I'm pining for the power to yield Breaking all the branches I seize Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes I can't see for the trees I level With the shallow playing field Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you Delicately drafting Inconspicuously crafting The grand facade before you Where my art lies The best is underwhelming When it comes to helping How I promised I woul... So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime Modeling the modern stage Perforating patience with a paradox In place of where the sophist meets the sage I level With the hallowed bottom line Hopeful like the point of a nail Architecture fractures In apocalyptic rapture Where false frameworks prevail There my heart lies The beat is overwhelming When it comes to helping How I swore I could I guess I'm knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Excess Will not lead to progress Will not let me access What I learned I should Rid me of Termites Crawling into airtight Trademarks of my disguise Make me decide I'm good When I'm just knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood © Michal Czechak 2016

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Apr 24, 2016

Apr 24, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC

[Author's Note: These are song lyrics.] When I'm pining for the power to yield Breaking all the branches I seize Acres for the taking in a forest of mistakes I can't see for the trees I level With the shallow playing field Dreaming up a blueprint to floor you Delicately drafting Inconspicuously crafting The grand facade before you Where my art lies The best is underwhelming When it comes to helping How I promised I woul... So I'm peeking past the pitch of my prime Modeling the modern stage Perforating patience with a paradox In place of where the sophist meets the sage I level With the hallowed bottom line Hopeful like the point of a nail Architecture fractures In apocalyptic rapture Where false frameworks prevail There my heart lies The beat is overwhelming When it comes to helping How I swore I could I guess I'm knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Excess Will not lead to progress Will not let me access What I learned I should Rid me of Termites Crawling into airtight Trademarks of my disguise Make me decide I'm good When I'm just knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood Knock knock knocking on wood © Michal Czechak 2016

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If I asked, would you write me a song? If I begged, woul you string me along? Is it possible for you to hold me close? Is it possible for you to let me go? If you bought me flowers, and they withered up and died, Would you buy me more, Or hold me as I cried? If I ran away from you, would you chase after me? Or would you remain where you were And rely on trust, patiently? If I did not want your words, would you show them to me still? Or give me something else instead, That cures me like a pill? If I could not show you love would you love me still despite? Or would you finally have enough, And leave me then, the end in sight? If I asked, would you know? If I asked, would you go? Is it possible for this to succeed? Is it possible to fill this need?

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Dec 12, 2011

Dec 12, 2011 at 11:37 PM UTC

If I asked, would you write me a song? If I begged, woul you string me along? Is it possible for you to hold me close? Is it possible for you to let me go? If you bought me flowers, and they withered up and died, Would you buy me more, Or hold me as I cried? If I ran away from you, would you chase after me? Or would you remain where you were And rely on trust, patiently? If I did not want your words, would you show them to me still? Or give me something else instead, That cures me like a pill? If I could not show you love would you love me still despite? Or would you finally have enough, And leave me then, the end in sight? If I asked, would you know? If I asked, would you go? Is it possible for this to succeed? Is it possible to fill this need?

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Let’s take a trip deep on a ride Into the mothership as i dip into my minds conscious flyin’ at light Speeds greed fiend for the good life strife seemed to followed me troubles all in me Cant get away from my enemies since i was born i was destined to die no lie cries from my soul and heart tellin’ me not to part Its demons vs demons They tag teamin' day dreamin' im schemin’ lookin' for the position to plot so my body can rott deep in hell **** the holy grail as i sail into another dimension need i mention i got homies that want to join me two so why don’t you too? Uh aint nobody gonna miss you boo So i look to all types of weaponry to choose from then some m-14,m-16 380 9s,to 249s saws graphic i can’t wait til i be covered in plastic white sheets visions to ***** so i had to be censored not even the devil knew me I know nobody woul feel me kiss with death n soon we'll be one of a kind feel the pressure from my brain cells to my spine urgin’ for the flat line , Quarter pass 12 am in the morning no yawning load the clip up time for me to shut up bullet to my head {Pops off} im glad im dead body red stiff as a log as the maggots feed off my flesh I became a denominator Cuz death seems much greater now im restin’ scornfully released my demons now they roamin’ freely Prepare for the eulogy G

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 9:00 AM UTC

Ru7hl355_Gangsta

Suicidal Spiritual Trip

Let’s take a trip deep on a ride Into the mothership as i dip into my minds conscious flyin’ at light Speeds greed fiend for the good life strife seemed to followed me troubles all in me Cant get away from my enemies since i was born i was destined to die no lie cries from my soul and heart tellin’ me not to part Its demons vs demons They tag teamin' day dreamin' im schemin’ lookin' for the position to plot so my body can rott deep in hell **** the holy grail as i sail into another dimension need i mention i got homies that want to join me two so why don’t you too? Uh aint nobody gonna miss you boo So i look to all types of weaponry to choose from then some m-14,m-16 380 9s,to 249s saws graphic i can’t wait til i be covered in plastic white sheets visions to ***** so i had to be censored not even the devil knew me I know nobody woul feel me kiss with death n soon we'll be one of a kind feel the pressure from my brain cells to my spine urgin’ for the flat line , Quarter pass 12 am in the morning no yawning load the clip up time for me to shut up bullet to my head {Pops off} im glad im dead body red stiff as a log as the maggots feed off my flesh I became a denominator Cuz death seems much greater now im restin’ scornfully released my demons now they roamin’ freely Prepare for the eulogy G

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If He had asked me My last wish I woul have said One more kiss

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Apr 27, 2014

Apr 27, 2014 at 3:45 AM UTC

If He had asked me My last wish I woul have said One more kiss

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The first moment I out eyes met an image that is forever burned into my memory If I grow old and forget everything else in this world I am sure to be haunted by that moment I could paint it from memory right now Your stance your smile but mostly your eyes They are what burn in my mind all the little things that flash in my mind of you they are all behind this image of your eyes They leaped at me... Literally That one second was a million year It was as though a voice whispered "this is a soul you must know". If I were to paint this moment to capture the color that burned behind your eyes I woul .not be able to do They haunt me daily piercing me demanding I spill myself to you And I can not hope to hold back no matter how hard I try My soul just opens to yours What purpose is there to meeting such a soul Such a moment if nothing is to come of it... Why were you even dropped into my life.

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Oct 15, 2014

Oct 15, 2014 at 6:56 PM UTC

wine drunk and broken hearted

The first moment I out eyes met an image that is forever burned into my memory If I grow old and forget everything else in this world I am sure to be haunted by that moment I could paint it from memory right now Your stance your smile but mostly your eyes They are what burn in my mind all the little things that flash in my mind of you they are all behind this image of your eyes They leaped at me... Literally That one second was a million year It was as though a voice whispered "this is a soul you must know". If I were to paint this moment to capture the color that burned behind your eyes I woul .not be able to do They haunt me daily piercing me demanding I spill myself to you And I can not hope to hold back no matter how hard I try My soul just opens to yours What purpose is there to meeting such a soul Such a moment if nothing is to come of it... Why were you even dropped into my life.

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imagine we could fly just reach out and touch the sky what a dream that woul be indeed

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Mar 15, 2015

Mar 15, 2015 at 12:51 PM UTC

imagine we could fly just reach out and touch the sky what a dream that woul be indeed

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Maybe, I was never meant to stay. Especially, when you wanted me to. I have always been interested in walking, running, and chasing memories out of everyone. The distance to me is minimal yet it seems like a walk of a lifetime, for every step you take towards me, I take a step back. We are in a loop and no stars in the sky will fall into our constellation. It still hurts that I left and you could do nothing about it. It still does. In my serene days and in my senile nights. Every time, there is a whisper or an echo of your name, I am crushed beneath the pain of guilt. The idea of staying intrigues me, and you know this. You know it that one day I will stop running and settle down. Make a home out of the hotel rooms. I remember your smile and your frown. Your white sandals as you slipped your feet into them and the fringes of your hair with the wind cutting through your hair. What must have hurt is that we talked about me leaving. And I laughed. I laughed to cover the smell of pain I would leave behind. And you could do nothing when I left. It was a choice I made. I always looked back, and you were there, your hands buried between your palms. I liked three sugar cubes in my coffee. You wouldn’t know the reason, and I cannot risk to tell you my secret of sanity. There is so much you would never know about me. What I did to keep myself sane. Why stars spoke to me about their loneliness, why the fields cried out to caresses my feet, why the thorns thirsted for blood, why laughs after 3 AM were of sadness that woul follow, why I couldn’t continue another day at 7 PM, why I never followed your footsteps to develop attachment, why people who broke me were broken too, why the sunrise always reminded me of suffering, why I was scared of being alone with myself, and leaving without painful goodbyes and why I always preferred three sugar cubes in my coffee to poison the bitterness in me. Three, every time. Maybe, you would never understand me. Maybe, you would have understood the galaxies inside me, and made a home in there

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Aug 1, 2017

Aug 1, 2017 at 10:19 AM UTC

Maybe I was never meant to stay

Maybe, I was never meant to stay. Especially, when you wanted me to. I have always been interested in walking, running, and chasing memories out of everyone. The distance to me is minimal yet it seems like a walk of a lifetime, for every step you take towards me, I take a step back. We are in a loop and no stars in the sky will fall into our constellation. It still hurts that I left and you could do nothing about it. It still does. In my serene days and in my senile nights. Every time, there is a whisper or an echo of your name, I am crushed beneath the pain of guilt. The idea of staying intrigues me, and you know this. You know it that one day I will stop running and settle down. Make a home out of the hotel rooms. I remember your smile and your frown. Your white sandals as you slipped your feet into them and the fringes of your hair with the wind cutting through your hair. What must have hurt is that we talked about me leaving. And I laughed. I laughed to cover the smell of pain I would leave behind. And you could do nothing when I left. It was a choice I made. I always looked back, and you were there, your hands buried between your palms. I liked three sugar cubes in my coffee. You wouldn’t know the reason, and I cannot risk to tell you my secret of sanity. There is so much you would never know about me. What I did to keep myself sane. Why stars spoke to me about their loneliness, why the fields cried out to caresses my feet, why the thorns thirsted for blood, why laughs after 3 AM were of sadness that woul follow, why I couldn’t continue another day at 7 PM, why I never followed your footsteps to develop attachment, why people who broke me were broken too, why the sunrise always reminded me of suffering, why I was scared of being alone with myself, and leaving without painful goodbyes and why I always preferred three sugar cubes in my coffee to poison the bitterness in me. Three, every time. Maybe, you would never understand me. Maybe, you would have understood the galaxies inside me, and made a home in there

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Her smile, her sound was Beautiful. Her laugh, her act was Wonderful. Everyone knows her as They thought to. But that's the one side that She showed you. Now----I'll (s)how you the-----TRUE. The (a)nother side that you never ----know No one,No thing can show. Unless e.e. coming woul(d) can. l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness Her smile,her sound still Beautiful. Her laugh, her act still Wonderful But when you know her deeper; you'd know THE -------- TRUE.

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Sep 7, 2017

Sep 7, 2017 at 1:42 AM UTC

Her smile, her sound was Beautiful. Her laugh, her act was Wonderful. Everyone knows her as They thought to. But that's the one side that She showed you. Now----I'll (s)how you the-----TRUE. The (a)nother side that you never ----know No one,No thing can show. Unless e.e. coming woul(d) can. l(a le af fa ll s) one l iness Her smile,her sound still Beautiful. Her laugh, her act still Wonderful But when you know her deeper; you'd know THE -------- TRUE.

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It was so hard to see US fall apart, Knowing that within hours our hearts woul break , but we really had no choice . Both of us gave up,neither wanted to admit its faults & we said goodbye Both with sadness in our voice. I sat in my room for days looking back, searching for the moment when we let go and the distance between us arose. I get nothing just a bunch of beautiful Memories that only made me cry And feel the full weight of my loss. Its been close to a year now now And i am still trying to **** the memories Of your warm and sweet embrace. Still trying to forget you but my mind Wont let you go, and no matter what I do my heart is not a different case.

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Dec 1, 2014

Dec 1, 2014 at 1:15 AM UTC

It was so hard to see US fall apart, Knowing that within hours our hearts woul break , but we really had no choice . Both of us gave up,neither wanted to admit its faults & we said goodbye Both with sadness in our voice. I sat in my room for days looking back, searching for the moment when we let go and the distance between us arose. I get nothing just a bunch of beautiful Memories that only made me cry And feel the full weight of my loss. Its been close to a year now now And i am still trying to **** the memories Of your warm and sweet embrace. Still trying to forget you but my mind Wont let you go, and no matter what I do my heart is not a different case.

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