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-=Fearing Changed Loss=-
You:
--You never listened
to the running stream (blood) as it flowed by.
--You never watched
the pain collecting in your veins while ignoring it, but don't cry.
--You never loved
changing seasons underneath your skins.
--You never understood
that you may not win.
Me:
==You never listened
to the music in your soul that spins.
==You never watched
for the chances to grin.
==You never loved
heat in your heart.
==You never understood
it all from the very start.
You:
--You never listen
it's overpowered by a need to flee.
--You never watch
what you don't see.
--You never love
what you can't keep, it's not real.
--You never understand
something you can't feel.
Me:
==You never listen
to the moonlight shining down.
==You never watch
everyone around you frown.
==You never love
the chance to see
==You never understand
this things called glee.
You:
--You never
Felt
--You never
Cry
--You never
Believe
--You never
Thought
Me:
==You never
Smiled
==You never
Laughed
==You never
Kissed
==You never
Lived
You&Me:
--You always looked
==broken
--You always seemed
==lost
--You always appeared
==hungry
--You always showed
=ain
Me&You:
==You never felt so
--close
==You never kissed so
--sweet
==You never touched so
--soft
==You never held so
--tight
-=were you afraid to loose me today?=-
You:
--You never listened
to the running stream (blood) as it flowed by.
--You never watched
the pain collecting in your veins while ignoring it, but don't cry.
--You never loved
changing seasons underneath your skins.
--You never understood
that you may not win.
Me:
==You never listened
to the music in your soul that spins.
==You never watched
for the chances to grin.
==You never loved
heat in your heart.
==You never understood
it all from the very start.
You:
--You never listen
it's overpowered by a need to flee.
--You never watch
what you don't see.
--You never love
what you can't keep, it's not real.
--You never understand
something you can't feel.
Me:
==You never listen
to the moonlight shining down.
==You never watch
everyone around you frown.
==You never love
the chance to see
==You never understand
this things called glee.
You:
--You never
Felt
--You never
Cry
--You never
Believe
--You never
Thought
Me:
==You never
Smiled
==You never
Laughed
==You never
Kissed
==You never
Lived
You&Me:
--You always looked
==broken
--You always seemed
==lost
--You always appeared
==hungry
--You always showed
=ain
Me&You:
==You never felt so
--close
==You never kissed so
--sweet
==You never touched so
--soft
==You never held so
--tight
-=were you afraid to loose me today?=-
Literature
Succumbing to Water
"Succumbing to Water"
A million snowflakes descending,
each one
different.
Which watery design
is your death?
Perhaps it is
the foamy monstrous walls
rising
rising
falling.
You're crushed by an ocean.
Or the river pulls and
you drift along.
Deaf ears don't hear
the resounding smash
of water
breaking like glass on deadly rocks.
Blind eyes refuse to see
the edge.
Maybe a drop of rain
touches you, tracing
a line on your face
and
you
Literature
Water
(Your POV)
It’s like liking a wine. A pure, alluring, irritating, mindless and lovely glass of wine. You get in the habit of one- not one like a drug , but still one to take you pretty over the edge. It’s tasty, mindless and your lost like a love lost fool. You get over it eventually, like you would with a past love or crush. What you need, what you want and always did was… water. The only thing that can cure you, ease you and give your mind relief is a glass of water. Because water is pure, healthy. It does not deceive your mind like other juices and illustrious things. It lets your mind breathe, think and live- it lets
Literature
water
i am not afraid of death.
i did not want
the boy beneath the apple trees,
or the cherry petals
in the orchard, touched with invisible fingers
leaving brown indentations, bruised
with your inflection even on the brink of spring
not the one littered under the sunlit twigs
grappling for heaven
But the one lying exactly center field
staring straight at the sky--
waiting for a crash of thunder
for the paper flowers, metaphor for holding
over the sills of everything transient,
and left for erasing-- like a soul brimming
over the bridge of an emotion
strong enough to overcome itself.
brave boy with a thousand faces-- i see
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Wrote this at twelve at night.
Meant to be read with two people.
Take notice to the punctuations.
Meant to be read with two people.
Take notice to the punctuations.
© 2001 - 2024 sanguru
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Again with the wierd uses of thing a ma jigs and whatchamahoozits. Very nice though! Me likes! hahaha Great!
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