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Selfless SongsSo many selfish songs, the ones we all like because we can relate. Where are the songs dedicated to one other? To a person, that somebody I dont know is madly in love with? Why do those songs mean the most to me? To know that somebody out there is in love, in the way I will be one day In love with somebody, to the extent that they know them So comforting. Because the emotions of strangers show me what is real. What could be possible for me too. And then I rely upon those words, written by a stranger, Not written to me, But written to another persons lover, a romance I havSelfless Songs


Your Musical GloryPoems start out in my head like songsYour Musical Glory
Though, in general, I am not very musical
I can sing, as we all can, but Ive never sung a song
As musical as you
And so I write poems
With words from a song
That I made up in my head
But couldnt figure how to sing
In a way that would lyric for me
A picture of you
In all your musical
Glory.


LateA heavy palm slammed down upon Annas back and her delicate frame quivered. The tree trunk arm pulled her slight form forward, a smashing thump sounded as her body crushed forcefully against his. This was a hug, an embrace and Anna was used to not being treated gently by this ogre of a man. His prickly cheek rested against the top of her head as his huge arms compressed her. Annas thin but soft arm was bent at the elbow in a way that made her fairy-small hand press against the forearm of the man. He wasnt pleasant to touch. His muscles were too hard, and his skin was rough with scars and grit, since he had just come home fromLate


Do You Even Remember...?Remember all those blue nightsDo You Even Remember...?
you referenced comments to my
imagination, and the potency
of your supposed charm.
Remember your breakable
porcelain shoulder blades,
the way they shifted and contracted
under your shirt,
under your skin,
under my fingers?
The saccharine scent of your hair
(the dark bits over your ears)
filled my nose as you swept me
up, up and away.
May I have a dance?
And nobody ever compared
fairytale pictures from the big, peeling book,
with the modern man who compares


Miss Me Yet?I keep you now, always in the same pocket on the left.Miss Me Yet?
Because that is the hand that you touched,
and the left is easy access.
Your long drawn out speeches of futile rejection
failed everytime to sway me to tears.
Ill bet that always crushed you, each time you
heard my voice waver, not with sadness but simply with confusion.
I never understood why my presents from you
were always gold-painted organs cut from fantastical
beasts you dissected right from the pits of my dreams.
I dont remember ever granting you that entry,
but I dont reall
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"Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash."
-- Leonard Cohen
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~so beautiful it makes u wanna cry~
The pics of your little sister are adorable, by the way.
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"The true sign of intelligence is not knowledge, but imagination"- Albert Einstein
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~so beautiful it makes u wanna cry~
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"plesh cookish shtay der!!!"
dont waste your time. i'll waste it for you.
Heyy-oo.
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~so beautiful it makes u wanna cry~
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"Religion is for those who fear Hell; Spirituality is for those who have already been there" ~ Unknown
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Sea of Sin I'm swimming in and I'm taking a dive
My mind's in need so my body feeds and it keeps me alive...
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~so beautiful it makes u wanna cry~
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