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Yours, my love

You are the light that still shines on me
FOr you I will pine eternally
YoU were the one who did set me free
YouR love will always my comfort be
RoseS smell sweetest, my fragrant plea

M
Y

SouL unto soul and heart unto heart
FoOlish is one who would tear this apart
EVery love has hardhips right from the start
Eternity's for those who choose ne'er to part

Delete NonetI like to delete parts of my life.
Memory here, an item there.
Fade them away to darkness.
Making room for the light.
The past can’t hold me.
I’m letting go.
Flying now.
Running
free.

I'll Always Love YouYou're the prettiest girl that I've ever seen.
Every one of your features seems so pristine.
And yet you're the sweetest girl I ever knew.
I can't help but smile when I talk to you.

My spirits are lifted when you are with me.
Seeing you happy simply fills me with glee.
The fact that we're close always makes me glad.
You are truly the best friend that I've ever had.

I treasure the time that we spend together.
I wish that those moments would last forever.
And I hope that you enjoy being with me too.
I want you to remember that I'll always love you.

If This Be My LastIf this be my last,
I'd better scar the sordid skin,
With a blade cut flourishing fast.
I might not know where to begin,
But I'll end this loathsome life of sin.

If this be my last,
I'd better bruise the bloody bone,
With a hammer blow anguishing aghast.
I never believed this could happen,
But now here I stand with a knife sharpened.

If this be my last,
I'd better tear out the traumatic tendons,
With a scythe flash punishing past.
I could suffer so much internal pain,
But I'll always have these umbra urges again.

half-moon palms.i fell in love with a girl
who wished on bumblebees
instead of stars.
a girl who wanted only
a world
for the tiny half moons
on her fleshy pink palms.

she was
a kiss good night.
who only said
goodbye
when i was walking through
the door.

just so she could whisper
stay safe.

The Weeping AngelShe holds her head in her hands,
Never breathing or blinking.
She is a morbid master of the sands,
Of time that terrorises your torment:
Gaze upon her vile visage and away you go.

She stands alone in such grace,
Never talking or thinking.
She has her elusive eyes on your face,
Of innocence that isolates your idiocy:
Look at her sinister snarl and you'll depart too.

She watches you with utter patience,
Never whistling or winking.
She'll turn lights low in her defence,
Of malevolence that murders your mind:
Stare out to her granite guise and forget all you know.

The Hardest WordTo say goodbye,
It's not the hardest word.
My honesty is all but broken,
And I look away with eyes so blue,
I cannot say with these tears I cry.

To say sorry,
It's not the hardest word.
My ignorance only leaves you shattered,
And I know in my heart so black,
I should apologise but I'd rather fly.

To say no,
It's not the hardest word.
My addiction drives you insane,
And I feel that my ears bleed so red,
As I struggle to answer your one question: why?

Don't be ashamed to cryDo you know that feeling of exasperation?
That means you are giving up, slowly.
You just stare around you and wonder…
Where was the life you once loved so much?
Where was the life where everything was simple?
Where was the life where there were no worries?

You stare intently – stare at nothing.
Just a space filled with nothing but blankness.
You analyse your life and how much it's worth,
Thinking no one loves you, no one even cares.

The ache… how can you describe that ache?
Literally drying your heart as if it was wet laundry.
Your breath grows heavier, slower…
Your dainty fingers dance below your pool of ey

The only man that tries.So i thought id write a poem
for everyone who feels alone
for everyone who feels unloved
for anyone who has no hope.

And so i thought id be that guy
who can make their dreams fly
who will be the one that tries
be the one that makes them smile

And i thought id be the one
to make the pain go undone
to make the memories die young
stop them from running from the sun

Oh how i want to be that guy
who sees the tears flow out their eyes
and make the pain cease when it tries
and make them feel like its alright

but when i try to be that guy
seems that my words are despised
and that flow of love goes dry
and I would be cast away like

Deep in the Heart of Me

The only time I'll ever lie is when I say I've lied before.
The only time I'll ever cheat is when it's at our own little games.
The only time I'll ever hate something to do with you is at the times that I can't see or be with you.

Even in death, I'd never leave your side,
just like in life where we've been inseparable.
No words nor acts will hold off our hearts, never on my watch.

The only time I'll ever leave is when you tell me go away,
The only time I'll ever cry is when our connection shares the tears,
The only time I'll ever walk away is when it's to bring you back a bigger heart of mine.

This horizon you've brought to my eyes is unli

Gel PensMy dreams are as gel pens,
fluid and colorful and bright.
Whenever inspiration hits me,
I simply allow myself to dance
with the lustrous trails of ink;
spinning and swaying around
with the rippling neon signatures.
And though sometimes my life
may be smudged in dark velvet
blocks of such restless eternity,
I continue to press forward
with my whimsical gel pens.
Forever lost in the magic.
Unfaltering in the treasures
that these precious dyes
bring to me...

My dreams are as gel pens,
and I am the artist who takes them
and makes them into something
beautiful.

PandoraPandora

From earth I built her up.
I strung up her mind
from the winter bare poems,
collecting the excess balladry,
turning her skin snowy pale.
Her fingers criss-crossed their webs
'til I plucked them up,
cracking their joints
and handing them curiosity.
From the trees,
her limbs were hewn.
From the veldt,
her frayed locks harvested.
Her tongue was marooned,
an island of its own making,
of self infliction and saltwater.
She tasted my sweat before she was.
Her lips were shadow-dwellers,
creatures of the mire.
They left trails upon my throat,
tethered by the sludge of a lisp.
Concentrate.
It's difficult
to cast her ribs
like a birdcage.
Equanimity is essential
to catch the heart.
I soothe the violet feathers
and sever the pinions.
My fingernails, crusted with the
damp, gluttonous remains of
molding her fat, of sculpting her cheekbones
and placing her on ballerina toes.
From the rivers I called her soul,
Spilling into her fra

039i will write about you until i run out of
words in my blood
or breath in my lungs.
whichever comes first.

Festivals of LifeI remember those summer nights
when we danced like mirthful angels
under the clear, starry skies
that expanded across the land.

And the colors burned so bright
like an ancient tribal fire.
Skirts swayed in the glory light
with lipstick shades of red.

And I could hear the wolves cry
like a melody in the distance.
The taste of mild salsa spice
lingered forever on my tongue.

And I will never forget those nights
when the wild world around us
was nothing but a beautiful sight
under a lantern-lit ocean.

we found love in the mondegreensea fox
conflate by starfish
shimmer in soft waves
the tender turn; toss among these things
waving—
squeezing between the mondegreen softly,
as with the lilt of ocean
seashell breaths crept
gentle.
*
by the
soft dawn of day
i slipped from your arms
once hiding myself in love's cocoon
as the
spring always seemed to cry for us
kiss us goodnight neath the stars
the swallow of wings
made bloom.

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by ~my-soul-is-mine, Jan 27, 2013, 5:52:16 PM
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The moon and the stars
Are extremely lovely, but
You are much brighter

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Haiku #1 for a new project I'm doing, haiku every day.

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~RIOWICHI Jan 29, 2013

aw shucks

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~spraining-spirals Jan 28, 2013 Hobbyist Writer

i love this i love this i love this i love this

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~my-soul-is-mine Jan 28, 2013

thank you thank you thank you thank you

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~Demonkitty66 Jan 28, 2013

aww :3

Oooh I just saw this happening in the story that we may or may not end up getting to >:3

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~my-soul-is-mine Jan 28, 2013

I sorry mid-terms just got over my brain is mush. ill send you an email. or better yet send me one.

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~Demonkitty66 Jan 28, 2013

oh hey, that's ok! Not what I meant! ^^'

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~my-soul-is-mine Jan 28, 2013

still, shoot me an email. remind meh.

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~Demonkitty66 Jan 28, 2013

heh ok

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~Majorfreakingcupcake Jan 27, 2013 Hobbyist General Artist

Oh my goodness, this is lovely!

You could use this in a movie as a quote! ;u:

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