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    • Post via eatsleepmoresleep

      Call it something,h
      to be more specific.
      He could draw, or live one.
      Yesterday a picture,
      today’s a song.
      What comes next,
      it’s beauty
      ...

      Post via eatsleepmoresleep
    • Post via eatsleepmoresleep

      I write to discover myself
      And the biggest risk at hand:
      that the world will find out
      that I am a complete fool.

      Every soul is put on the spot
      ...

      Post via eatsleepmoresleep
    • Post via imachinatedpoetry
      help me.

      you are what you eat.

      i am from a little town called keller, texas.

      a beautiful but creepy vision.

      allow yourself to make mistakes.

      ...

      Post via imachinatedpoetry
    • Post via thedustdancestoo
      imaginary.

      we live inside an enchanted bliss

      of timidity, hiding

      behind fantasy, flight, and dream,

      where everything is a possibility

      but nothing...

      Post via thedustdancestoo

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    March 5, 2012

    Your bright

    Stop-lights

    Burnt my eyes 

    Out

    I can`t

    See 

    Where to go 

    Now

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    March 2, 2012

    (…)

    When the property was partitioned

    I took all the love

    You took all the loathing

    Filed under just words love

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    February 7, 2012

    Nothing vital here

    Everything that was alive  

    Packed its suitcases and went away

    In solidarity with your move 


    Nothing vital here

    Dead stones of perfect shapes

    On cold sand

    In the endless void


    Nothing vital here

    In solidarity with your move 

    I`m leaving too 

    Filed under just words this self-pity has no end poetry spilled ink

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