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You know that feeling, When you talk to a kindred being. Where both have a common seeing.. And you have a message conveying. A message important, very important. So much so that I use allegory to aid...
Beat back these colors from my sight. I care to see them not. Yet vibrant hues of stubborn spring. remain. Spring's song my soul forgot. Beat back these colors from my sight. Discordant to my eye.
Sadness, often felt, rarely spoken - like a friend whose name you do not say when you speak because they know you are talking to them, and everyone else knows who you are talking about.
Oh cocktails How I love you so Fizz pop Pleasuring my taste buds Fruity goodness Sweet and delightful Could drink you all night Oh cocktails How I love you so Pineapple plantation Your rum...
Flaming flowers dance on the sun, Oh what it must be, to have such fun. We never shall know the joy that is known, To those beautiful flames as they twirl on their own.
The Friday wife, Knower of all But withholder of all she knows, Crying tears, Eighteen carat gold, For the source of all her woes.
I know a little mockingbird Who sung her life in words She played and teased And gave me honesty For which I never played.
Ever feel under pressure From the tasks you're being sent. Bubbling with foreboding, Like a volcano needing to vent. If your answer is yes, Then listen closely dear.
Little bird, what do you crave. Do you wish to see my grave. I'll show you my death if you want. As I layd dying in a colorful pond. Has your little head spun loose, In my luck, making me your muse.
One day all our ends will come, But until then everyday I will go with the fear that when that day comes I will fail to surprise god and everyone there.
My poems are just doodlewords, They don't take long to write. I observe the world around me, By ear, by nose or sight. By then my brain has started, To note a line or two.
Beware, beware, The cats that stare- For they may catch you unaware. Feed them fast and feed them right: Or they may wee on you in the night.
N ew beginnings E racing the past W ith optimistic visions of the the future B egin again E rase the lifetimes pain G ripping life by the handle bars I nventing myself again N ot losing myself...
I love you, not a picture, for beauty never dies, beauty stands the test of time, beauty never lies.
Hey, how you doing bro. I hear you been a stressin'. Stop, take a minute though. Your mind has been a messin'. Hey, how you feeling bro. Take a break, then keep on writin'.
How'd I survive without it. It's almost as good as air. The burn in the back of my throat... That taste that is so rare. I've always been one too drink, But too this, nothing can compare.
With fancy lotions,. and sweet-smelling potions,. with glorious bubbles big,. enough to contain a pig,. with fizzes and pops,. the sharp scent of lemon drops,. with technicolour swirls,.
Up at some ridiculous hour. I wouldn't like to say. I'll do all that's in my power. Get thru my usual day. Get to work, park the car. In the regular bay. I really wish I could crawl far.
This morning I feel elevated so divine, it's as if dear opussians the sun brightly shines, because each and every one of you helped me get to nine, it will most likely not last long and my...
For those 14 and above... The men line up, a masquerade on their faces conceiled, The women suit up, their charms calling out to the manly need.
Do I look like a book. Can you read me like a book. Then why do you only look at my cover. Don't judge a book by its cover.
You said I was the sun, Burning bright, Full of fun, Always in your sight. I thought you were the moon, Glowing strong, Full of a mysterious tune, Always gone before long.
The sun the stars and the planets aline. Something incredible, I cannot even define. The flowers move just to face you. This my friend is very true. People come from miles and miles.
I was a melody, Flowing beautifully, peacefully , calm... I am no more a parody, Thinking as more than caught in my palm. But what am I saying.