The TideThe TideThe Tide
I miss her like The stars wish they Belong to Heaven. I need her the way A newborn needs an open Hand to create it's first Independent breath. I hate her like the sun Hates the sand. Burning The feet of my soul, Where the soles are useless. My heart has been destroyed. Only, This bomb has a woman's name. A name I crave to
Constantly follow me. But has long ago fled. Leaving only footsteps on The beach, soon to be Washed away with the tide. I stare endlessly at the Imprints.
A Love SongA Love SongA Love Song
There’s nothing quite like Writing a love song for a girl. Spending hours on the perfect words, And finding the softest chords.
For her, you play your heart out, Expecting some tears, Followed by blissful release- That seems to have it’s own theme song.
Instead her reaction is lame, She looks disappointingly and asks, “Is that it?”
An Ingenious IdeaThe Man who invented dance Probably had very little on his mind. Just standing there, armsAn Ingenious Idea
Heavier than his head. Until one day, a bird blew a tune, A uniquely startling song that
Sent his body into a whirl That lasted for a few minutes.
After the bird ran out of breath, And he was laughing like a child, Another bird came by, Twittering something new. The man liked this song too- So he spun around again.
A Late GoodbyeGwynneviere, Gwennyviere, Dear sweet Gwenneviere I am afraid I can No longer find you. Never before have I been so lose, I may now been gone for weeks, Or years. Time passes strangely here. Never before have I felt so cold. My clothing, tattered, seemingly useless.A Late Goodbye
I have had a long time to think, Now regretting signing up. For our future, I had said. In wandering, I seem to find no life. All other things that mattered, gone. I only need to lay eyes on You, one last time. Assuming, you'd still recognize me. Skin and pones, pale a
The return of the great white dope.
Pleased
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"Yo soy como los del coban, vienen, comen y se van"
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CMustari
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"The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstacy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed" - Jiddu Krishnamurti
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We're just sociologically disturbed
Gonna fuck up your ego
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We're just sociologically disturbed
Gonna fuck up your ego
I always appreciate support from fellow struggling writers.
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Michael Jackson (1958-2009)
May you moonwalk in heaven!
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