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Faint rays of moonlight cause flux in your heart, Why do you fear fate. Cloth your skin, Clutch you arms, Rise to your advisory. Teach him to fear a lion..
This might be Heaven. We might be living, In Heaven right now And we might be the Angels.
I looked out my window, One cool summers eve. And i saw a bird, Skinny tall old thing. But little did I know this Bird would give me joy. For a few mounths later, We had a baby Boy.
To live is like to die To love is like to lie To hear is like to see Because you cannot fool thee.
Dark, The place we dare not go. The Devil's work at hand dragging us to the dark dark place . No trace of a innocent soul left . They all left trying to survive in the underworld.
I sit in my tree Just to be me Pen in hand Imagination at work.
I don't like ... Fleas I don't like keys, Seaweed, fish or leaves. I don't like monkey poo or pebbles or anything in between.
I sit in my tree I sing luke the birds My beak is my pen My songs are my poems.
You fly in the velvet night. You see what cant be seen. You hear what cant be heard. Lend me your feathers And bones and wings.
Fig Rolls. Delicious. SHOUT IT OUT. Fig Rolls. Delicious Random poems.
If my soul, When I die, Is taken by the body of a beast, I pray that the beast will be a bird, And that my soul will be uplifted by the body of a lark..
To think your being followed. And Its very stalkerish!. xx.
He moved to a new town,. felt like he was lost,. he always wore a frown,. till he seen the angel across,. one day he met her,. it was like a sign,. she was so pretty just,. endless like time,.
Such a vision, pure Angelic, As you move about the room, Hair drifting past your shoulders, Humming soft a lovers tune.
Love is very special yet isn't very rare, You know if someone loves you, because they are always there.
Me and you, forever and always. That's how it was meant to be. It wasn't meant to end like this, So quickly and suddenly. We had some good times, you and me. We wished they would never end.
she stares across the table fork poised midway to her lips balancing her salad on the fingers of her utensil divorce the word hits her like a ton of bricks divorce it feels so wrong in her mind it...
They, old as the sun, it seems, come back to find, redeem, remnants of the past. Take it on easy now, we can all show somehow but would it last?.
The dogs they had a meeting, They came from near and far. Some, they came by taxi. Some, they came by car. They went into the meeting house, Each others paws they shook.
There once was boy named Phil, A lion boy he was. He roared and destroyed the city, Whilst holding up his paws. There once was a boy named Dan, He was a llama lord.
There is no simple place Anymore Just to have a presence About me.
A door slams shut. It echoes through the hallway, Resounding in the raindrops that fall On galvanized roofs. It is the sound of stifled emotion Upon crushed hope and white rage.
You speak those words, the ones that burn Deep in my mind, i long, i yearn To feel your love unequivocally Yet as time passes, this will never be.
When one of them says to the other..."does this taste funny to you?".