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When you think of a dream person
you probably thought of a good dream,
and more importantly a good person.
well, unfortunately not this guy. I don't
know who he is but in every nightmare I
have he appears. He may even just be in
the background but either way, he's there.
air conditioner rattled
I grabbed the screen door
and entered
if inside door was open
we could walk in
Dark as a tomb and some
crazy music was cranked
too a minute to see her
laying on the couch
towel across her head
'supp homie?'
without opening her eyes
'HUNG OVER'
pretty much answered all
my questions
second song I knew
'IRONMAN'
I was going to say something
but last time I interupted
she threw a stubbie at me
Then we won't know at all
have you ever
seen a dead rat
I dissected a frog
to see it's inners
then after sealing it back
it didn't come to life
I said miss
the frog is not reacting
She sadly smiled
it never will
life is as long as it lasts
when death comes
one becomes a historical past
from some body
one becomes a no body
then when buried or cremated
becomes just a sole body
Many learned souls
pontificate on high.
They scratch their heads and ask themselves
what happens when we die?
But despite all the wrangling
and all the questions asked,
it's something we won't know for sure
until we've breathed our last.
I have spent my hole life dreaming of a life better
than this one. But with every dream comes a different
world, a different universe,a different dimension. It's
a place not of peace but of adventure. You are
always running from something you are raised to know to run from.
And I call this heaven because you
never get attached to people or things,
so almost no heart break, and you
never have to run away from home
because you're always running.
Let’s Sonetize our Love
O beautiful woman I see every day
striding about the Garden of Eden
Singing a song of our maiden foreplay
like two sincere hearts honest and even.
But then your smiles of hallelujah, lullaby
bring to my deaf ears a sound for a while
You seem to say Dear Lover let’s fly
into the darkest corners where only heavens smile.
My desires you seem to know in advance
as I sing about you and then hold on.
Sincerely you love dance and romance
I have to render a hand before you are gone
Loneness is the silence
Within a word
The validation of
Friendship and I love you
Are syllables of a silence yarn?
A forlornness heart
Bleeds with silence for the syllables
unheard
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I let my feelings once go free,
and flee to be,
like autumn's breeze,
that flows in ease,
and have my heart to go that far,
above the star,
but you'd surprise
(I tell no lies)
I found it there, where you have been,
as loving hearts are meant to twin,
and have their fill
of love and thrill.
I'm going through my day when I randomly
get extreme Deja vu out of no where, and a
weird feeling. The weird feeling I can only
describe as a fast roller-coaster going 90
degrees down. I can't pin point what exactly
brought on that feeling and Deja vu,
until I hear it again. My friend is mumbling
something that sound polish. The only
polish thing I've ever heard was from a
movie I watched when I was a child.
The word it sounded like he said was
"nie moge"
Once in my life,
when maturity had yet to bloom,
I found myself searching
for the perfect identity
to wear.
I painted a colourful mask
to hide my flaws and lackings
but my heart knew no peace
for I knew I was lying.
My soul was trapped,
imprisoned by the shell of self.
I was surrounded by people
and yet I'd never been more lonely.
Unhappiness,
it was my constant shadow.
Slowly, despair showed its face
when others left me
once they'd seen through the mask.