I AmI am, simply,I Am
a collection of words unspoken, a collection of thoughts unborn. I am, simply, In my silly, romantic notions, The sum of my ideas.
Who am I, then, When my thoughts linger, never lingual? Who am I,
Pure Like WaterI only believe Words that taste pure like water on my tongue.Pure Like Water
Rarely do I find these.
Were I able to compose a poem of more than these lowly words-- these cacauphonous sounds behind contrived representative shapes-- Were I
Cold
belovednatural lipstick (rust x very berry crossing) tinting blushing lipsbeloved
copper-flavored candy dripping down the throat the ironic prize of a battle well-fought
custom-made eyeshadow, hand-made with care the deepest shade of his affection
she was so very loved.
Apocalypse EveApocalypse EveApocalypse Eve
Pain builds perseverance, happiness is interference...
A soul cries weak and dying in the shadow of a moon, the daemon stirs and turns a world now darkened and jejune. None resist the call, the tide, the pull of prophecy, we are all locked in this ebony, not one of us can see.
A fairy flies with whispered wings, tall walls invite destruction. When kings forget the underlings, their cities cease production. For a lack of discipline we die, when silent a fool is considered wise! Wisdom needs not to justify, nor does it adverti
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your works are so inspiring!I am looking forward to seeing another ones
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The only matter I miss is a person whom I want to write a letter. (Sandor Marai)
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Also, nice call on John Dunne <.<;;
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ESTRAGON: Why don't we hang ourselves?
VLADIMIR: With what?
ESTRAGON: You haven't got a bit of rope?
VLADIMIR: No.
ESTRAGON: Then we can't.
(Silence.)
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Escapism is my favorite ism.
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The stars are always there but we miss them in the dirt and clouds. We miss them in the storms. tell them to remember hope. we have hope.
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