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IF YOU’RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT SLIT YOUR WRITS!

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IF YOU’RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT SLIT YOUR WRITS!

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IF YOU’RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT AND YOU REALLY WANNA SHOW IT…

IF YOU’RE HAPPY AND YOU KNOW IT BE AN HERO

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Janie Posted:

fbj, your worked touched me. How you said so much with what wasn’t there. The negative space…amazing.

It wasnt really that amazing he disrupted the purity of the space with his 4 letter interuptions.

you say you want poetry?

I slice your neck.

you bleed.

i lulz.

(c)Famine.

Bauzer Posted:

you say you want poetry?

I slice your neck.

you bleed.

i lulz.

(c)Famine.

There is a Reaper whose name is Death,

And, with his sickle keen,

He reaps the bearded grain at a breath,

And the flowers that grow between.

``Shall I have nought that is fair?’’ saith he;

``Have nought but the bearded grain?

Though the breath of these flowers is sweet to me,

I will give them all back again.’’

He gazed at the flowers with tearful eyes,

He kissed their drooping leaves;

It was for the Lord of Paradise

He bound them in his sheaves.

``My Lord has need of these flowerets gay,’’

The Reaper said, and smiled;

``Dear tokens of the earth are they,

Where he was once a child.

``They shall all bloom in fields of light,

Transplanted by my care,

And saints, upon their garments white,

These sacred blossoms wear.’’

And the mother gave, in tears and pain,

The flowers she most did love;

She knew she should find them all again

In the fields of light above.

O, not in cruelty, not in wrath,

The Reaper came that day;

‘Twas an angel visited the green earth,

And took the flowers away.

Those are clbumics, quite recognizable, (for you at least) yes.

I mean thank you, it’s good to be back.

lol..cool then i guess

My old age like a leaf,

Flies along with the chilly wind,

At the end of Autumn.

Life drifts unstably,

Mixing in endless sorrow.

Day by day, I live alone

In a great deserted silence.

Night by night, I sleeplessly dream about my old land.

All life’s aspects seem to be in the destiny

Of flowing clouds and drifting water lilies.

There have been so many separations,

But there have been more limited unions.

Love and remembrance,

How can I appease?

It is too far, far out of reach!

I would like to be a sunny seed

In the fresh country of yellow pines

I would like to be a drop of water,

Dissolving in the heart of lake Xuan Huong

Son Huynh

i like ur puresento…v nice..but,...ah never mind…me like ur puresento, no man wouldnt

And we had a requiem for the boy who’d never cried. We wore black and mourned for the soul who’d never flied. A line of men in suits and ties. Carried a womb of fears and lies.

And we sighed and talked of regrets in a dark smoky bar. While the ice in my drink disappeared. And along came the clouds that I’d feared.

And in the pool of water from my melting drink I saw something I’d never seen. A vulnerable blur where my reflection had been.

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We’ll move house. Separate rooms. I’ll call most. Dead bride for groom. No more waking to your requests or acquisitions. Our separate baptisms. Serve us well. Post haste. Quick chase. You’re losing my mind. I’m winning the war. This should be an easy fall. Dripping but never leaving the body. Spilling our infinity on the cotton sheets. Our love is just a liquid cure for sexless nights. Dusk hails. Darkness prevails. I’m living on the walls. Blood travels through the halls. Scenes from a movie play in my head. Memory gets eaten away by the open gate. It’s all too late. Six months isn’t that short compared to eternity. But isn’t that why we don’t try? You’re racing for the finish but cliches are a dime a dozen. There’s plenty more fish in the sea if you’re willing to dive. Let’s hope he’s still alive. Check the tag. Most instructions don’t apply now. I’m willing to give it a go if you are…

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Maybe I’ll get drunk and lose myself In St Petersburg or Prague or somewhere else where I can be soulless. Because I love to hate and listen and write and take and take and take and take and, and, and to breath. It’s worthless to lose something that was never worth anything in the first place. But that’s what I do, how I feel, how I felt. To be soulless, soulless like the poets that I read in the dark of my head. Rehearsed sonnets and verses seem so taunting at night. Grey mottled hand turning silicon to gas. The car won’t run on your avalanche road. So he took me aside and cried. Told me of a time when he wanted to die. I just touched his lips, silencing him, because his fears they mirrored my abyss.

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I look out the dirty window and can see the reflection of my face encompbumed by the blinking city lights. White embrace home. Red extricate the known. Rippled water reflects illuminated skies. Confusion lies in curtained windows. Tiny yellow squares on a matchbox house. I close my eyes and I see beacons flash around my head in a kaleidoscope pattern. Like diamonds coruscating in the candlelight. Even in my own darkness I can’t escape the daybreak. Three short blasts from the tug boat signalling departure. A rapid morse code secret escapes my lips. A peaceful drowning. A garden of eloquence. A sideways glance. A path to the sun.

these are dedicated to that someone i am trying to prove myself to/

Our love is either rose or thorn.

One leaves us whole, the other torn.

Which one is which? There is no trick.

The first we smell; the second, pick.

When we pick love we end its growth.

Not just the picked but of us both.

Together we must each have ‘ground’.

That’s where love’s nourishment is found.

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Heart Break

Confused thoughts skate though my head

Am i good enough for you

You are playing with my heart

I long to hear your sexy voice day and night

The things i do for you to notice me

Thinking i might have a chance with you

The deceiving singles that you send

Am i just good enough for bed

Looking into your innocent brown eyes

Longing for a kiss

Wondering do you feel the same

My wrong doing in the past

Have’s it took my one chance of true love

Just one touch take’s my breath away

when you come around my heart skips a beat

Is this all a waste of time?

Am i just waiting for another heart break?