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poetry
saw some sappy hbo movie the other night and the actor quoted a russian poet who stated that you can't find true love where it doesn't exist and you can't hide true love where it does...that is pretty beautiful, just thought i would share
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Sleeping in Stilettos
There lies, between joy and desire a pause, a hesitation, a flutter of an eyelash. Where softness screams and secrets stare with ceiling eyes, making it impossible to look up. So she does. She withdraws her muffles from pillowed refuge. Etches the light into the tips of her fingers and slips through the scratches, stitched…
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To-night
Your drunk and I’ve lost my keys and refuse to retrace my steps because I won’t go back through the empty bottles or 15 shot glasses we lined up and chased quicker than we smoked with our coats on and my head getting lighter than my face when you laugh at the unsteadiness in my legs and words and misplaced belongings I…
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Waiting here for you
Tell me what it is that started the fire inside of you I see it burning in your eyes I can hear the screams that hide inside your mind And the lies that you try to hide. Running from the demons that chase thru the night Your screams are giving you away You’ve lost the magic inside of you You’ve given it away for something…
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selfless
Know I had a life long dream seemed to me it meant everything if it was right or it was wrong maybe something in-between can't always distinguish the truth nor tell what's really happening it all feels real enough to me real enough that I can squeeze grip onto with all my might hope this is a guiding light And maybe when…
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picture this
he might know how to take a picture but he's no good at going under cover when he knew I was on to him he walked over and started unpacking a box in the isle I should have started yelling out "where's the manager ? " you're not good at it either remember when you brought those boys around here ? what was their name ?…
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chewed you up ... spit you out
oh that Johnny Fucking Watson the reason he be smiling is cause he be gay ! good news for all the guys that said they would fuck you you could drive a mack truck through that tunnel how do you like my secrets assholes ?
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christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior
christmas throwing knives, swords, & barbaric behavior. part (I) wrapping paper going down falling there to the carpet and wooden floorwalk box a throwing knives calls bathroom door hello? thud, zing ricochet zip by the ceramic christmas tree with lights a star up top ducking itself even though smiling and bright the green…
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my first one
I hope u like this i'm bad but that not matter to me thanks for this community is really great!! and sorry my english i speak better than I write Happy new year! No escape in a vanity way the sun doesn't shine anymore only a blind men I'm now I can't find me in this dark dancing whit my brain my soul only fuck off only get…
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AWESOME new T-Shirt... by Denver Artist Houser
Denver artist John Houser has made a tribute to one of his favorite bands, with a bit of persuasion from me... The t-shirts are limited to 250 TOTAL. Each shirt comes with a COA and is NUMBERED. The first first printing session is done, about 50 shirts have been made. He is a screen printer, if you like the design, but not…
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Louis Part 2..................
The car is just into the port I hear his little barks I open the mail flap and ask.......... "Is that my little guy?" His yelp confirms it is I open the door To find a white, fuzzy, Mexican jumping bean With one bark He tears off to the bedroom It is time to scrap The house becomes eerily quiet I ask, "I don't hear him?" I…
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Well
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So Close
I try to find the words, the right words to describe what you have done to me. I search through the thoughts of others whose books I trip over, searching. A line from one poem here another poem there so close… but I’m still thirsty. I still haven’t drowned in that welcomed sigh that says, “This one.” I burn my eyes and…
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take that !
I really just don't care YOU FUCKERS ARE NOT GOING TO USE ME ANYMORE ! ! !
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Rondo Episodes
I miss you like... inspiration and obsession and the sweet scent of a hot summer night I miss you like darkness with moonlight or a falling star Those trees and leaves and clouds up above so cliche, but true anyway! I miss you like the perfume I bought to wear for you and the soft blouse I wore only once I truly believed…
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Mother-Naked
Isn’t it something when you realise that you destroyed the sun, and it’s very tears became the candles that helped you find your way. And that you spent that journey drinking whiskey and wine and getting high just to see yourself sober.
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Altered
Shadows sit beneath my eyelids silhouettes pirouetting perfectly they feel like rain in search of an alter candles flame no need to close my eyes anymore to see my darkness unfold and hold, the visions I once held so close, I almost closed my eyes forever.
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Built with Trees**then Rocks and Leaves**Part I
what is this all warmth and energized sparkling crackling and coincidences that are (not really) smiles that rise as what could be not having to worry so much about not so much any more piercing what would be words untold but as if they were unlimited with musical and joy with laughter unlimitedly sourced equal beyond even…
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Anathema
He asked her why And she replied, “Here, within this room where the windows are open and the curtains are closed I left a trail of kisses for you to follow… and leave by But, You’re still here.” He looked over to where the dying flowers sat, in a full vase with one perfect Peony in full bloom and knew, she had heart. That…
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Jumping in the Deep
soul power against the wall is but the stories and stories of mending eternal chaos we are but at the pinnacle of balance where all things meet emoting ourselves to places straighten the World everything broken will land here a wheel of torture shall be broken which path have you chosen? if all paths leads back to me…