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CreationAnd when you fall asleep drunk, snoring Alone and on the couch, Remember that I love you And never forget that I'm sorry That I couldn't be better That I Wasn't what you'd planned That nothing was what you planned.Creation
Or when, when you wake up before sunrise Because the dog is barking impatiently, Your back is achey and your legs shuffle Older than they were yesterday, please Keep me in your heart, keep your Heart, keep beating, please Know that there is someone who Wishes you the best, unfailingly, Despite everything, ever, that you
by ~Cybby
MJThey named you for an angel: The Icarus of Music and you flew highest But you didn't see the turbulence coming down And Daedalus was unforgivable For the weight.MJ
You were shot from the sky, a white bird Hit the ground and a house was built 'round you Peter Pan's Labyrinth, and we all entered. Running blindly after, calling; You weren't ours to catch.
by ~Cybby
Wasn't.He was crying, he - Wasn't that a bizarre thing to do? It was just a stupid bird, you know, It wasn't. It wasn't even his.Wasn't.
by ~Cybby
They Tell Me I sleptThey tell me I slept That I used to dream My body still, a baby expecting birth Or an old woman waiting for a train.They Tell Me I slept
I've been told I was beautiful, My shoulders glowing in sunrise Like alabaster, like sea-stones And a lighthouse calling them home.
I heard, too, that I was fragile. That one I don't believe - Skin and bones and bird-breaths That if disturbed, would crumble away.
They tell me a lot of things, But mostly, they tell me That once upon a time, I really did sleep.
by ~Cybby
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No One Could See UsI remember the days of teenage exuberance Or, rather, I don’t deny them They were just a different kind of miserable.No One Could See Us
We would walk in the bitter cold Hooded zipper sweatshirts and eroding sneakers bearing us through two feet of snow Northeastern Pennsylvania, ladies and gentlemen I would jingle when I walked The chain on my pants, the pins on my hat, my pockets. I didn’t have money you could fold, just pockets full of change Lunch money carcasses to bear me through the day Suckered out of Mom and Dad or chided out of that kid in the cafeteria He didn’t ca
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- Favourite artist: o_o See my Favorite pieces.
- Favourite poet or writer: My friend Lia.
- Operating System: Dell
- Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo.
- Personal Quote: Omg, wtf.
- Tools of the Trade: My mind and my fingertips.
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Love you really bye!!!
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
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"Making the world a better place, one delusion at a time."
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Don't bother guessing who I am. Because not even I know who I am.
thanks for the watch
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"Let your words be fitting".
Inferno Canto X
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