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I don't get the pretty adjectives
Whenever someone describes me.
Graceful, elegant, statuesque.
These belong to other people.
Sturdy, solid, functional
If people are being kind.
Fat, ugly, ponderous
If they aren't particularly.
Pretty adjectives just never fit
No matter how hard I might try.
Whenever someone describes me.
Graceful, elegant, statuesque.
These belong to other people.
Sturdy, solid, functional
If people are being kind.
Fat, ugly, ponderous
If they aren't particularly.
Pretty adjectives just never fit
No matter how hard I might try.
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Love lost.
Love is livid like a live wire. it archs it stings an it can cut through most things. but once love turns fowl it turns to sickness it invades it corrupts to heart an soul of anything it remains. Love is lost foreevermore deeming an seeming all things are fowled so much more. Anger is hot and vibrante like colded steel it ends life it takes life like a booted heel. Power and Arrogance. Pitty and remorce. Pain and desire. Are all so tired. Wrath is a poision it festers and grows. Decite was never a part of those. Those who ride upon golden steed tend to miss everyone who bleeds. until the wrath an anger begins to boil. then a Deep blade in the
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Komorebi
In my dream
I opened my eyes to see
a light among shadow
catch a glimpse of my face,
peeking through cracks
of evergreen shade.
Brown eyes shining gold
peering down at me,
long hair tickling my skin
soft lips caressing mine.
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Loving Me
Cold
Alone
Afraid
Uncaring
These things I felt
So many times
Each night when
Nobody was around
The fireplace was alive
Roaring with life
Right before
My empty eyes
Tears,
Running down my face
My fists,
Clenched at my sides
My teeth,
Gnashing together
Creating an
Uncomfortable feeling in my jaw
They left for the night
Leaving me alone with the dog
With my emotions
And my unsteady thoughts
So much was overwhelming
Crashing and crashing
Over and over again
Like waves in a storm
I knew better than
To believe that
What I was thinking
Was an okay thing
Just make this stress
Make this torment
Make it all stop
Just
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I was thinking about this last night and the poem just wouldn't leave my head. Enjoy and, as always, comments are
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If someone describes you, in front of you without beeing asked with such words, screw him!
If you asked him, all these it's nonsense!
If you heard them, while you shouldn't and now you write this, you're a mistake, it's unfair for them. They were probably talking to one-two-three persons and everyone has the right not to like someone else. You here you are talking to many people and people of your life might figure out who are they. If their "comments" are followed from bad behavior, it's ok, if not...just be more careful.
If you asked him, all these it's nonsense!
If you heard them, while you shouldn't and now you write this, you're a mistake, it's unfair for them. They were probably talking to one-two-three persons and everyone has the right not to like someone else. You here you are talking to many people and people of your life might figure out who are they. If their "comments" are followed from bad behavior, it's ok, if not...just be more careful.