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Posted 10/19/14 , edited 10/19/14



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Posted 10/19/14
my soul is not a keepsake
and my life i will not forsake
I don't care about fate or destiny they give me a headache
And now that your awake you begin to contemplate
How my time grows late
But my existence can't be a mistake
With all I have at stake
No my dreams are something no can take
And my spirit is something no one can break
Still I have a heartache
And a single tear falls like winters first snowflake

This is my sanity and I welcome you to partake
Posted 10/31/14

Trimmings


It slops from coppery
glass Dominican cassocks
thicker than water,
thinned syrup crackling
and smoking over ice,
pale as hearts of  hazelnuts
half-caramelized
or relics lit in cabinets.
Angelic alcoholic for kids,
all quickening sweetness
without the burnt palate,
it’s praline, gilt, milk chocolate.
Don’t knock it. Also,
don’t drink a lot of it.
Handy mnemonic for nuts
and Alps, the Piedmont
and Languedoc, Our Father,
fluent Occitan, Orthodox
baroque brass fixtures,
all the schmaltzy
terror of Christmas    ...    
Bright liqueur, maple sap,
throat’s lacquer, misnomer,
namesake — couldn’t quench
a thirst, of course,
but gives occasion for it.
Posted 11/1/14
I need two strong arms
Two strong man arms
Arms that can carry me

I need a strong body
A strong human body
A body full with love

I need a soft soul
A soft female soul
A soul that feed mine

I need a spirit
A wise spirit
A spirit that I can follow

I need a heart
A child’s heart
An untouched heart with dreams
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Posted 11/3/14 , edited 11/3/14

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

~Edna St. Vincent Millay
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Posted 11/4/14


Wonder

For the first time in a long while,
The girl sat outside and stared at the sky
She asked the mountains
"What does like really mean?
Why does all of this, in the end, matter?"
And the mountains replied
"Life matters because it's your choice
Your ultimate choice
You can choose to live,
or to not
You can choose to waste away in your room
or to come outside and explore the world
You could even decide
to make the world better for future generations
Life is a test
of what kind of person you are
and will be.

- The Artist Bloom
a.k.a. Drown_With_Music
Posted 11/10/14
Who knows how it starts
maybe it was with a fragile and broken heart
Maybe it it was always being alone
growing up in what some might call a broken home
Life is just a trail of broken tears
The stuff of my nightmares and fears
Another story of broken dreams and unfulfilled schemes
To many times was I let down by a broken promise
that now it seems humorous
Knocked down
beat down
and put down
to the point I thought I would drowned
But now I don't even fear it
I just go on with a broken spirit
who knows where it starts or for that mater where it ends
With the lose of hope, lonely, and without friends
probably emphatically it starts like it ends
TRAGICALLY
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Posted 11/25/14
A broken dagger was all I could see
A broken dagger was inside of me
With a stagger, I fell to the ground
Watching my world crumble all around
A man so efficient with his task
A man so maleficent he didn't care to ask
He walked towards my body as if it was a pain
He walked towards my body, as if there was naught to gain
A man who crouches down to retrieve an item
A man I should have known, never to fight'em
Posted 2/9/15
Slightly scared
Very confused
Just a liar born to loose
At life
At love
At what ever it be
Dear god why do you hate me
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Posted 2/27/15
A man with no feeling's
No feeling's at all
Starred into the deep black abyss
Know what he saw?
Himself starring back
Eyes filled with black
Face oh so worn
Clothes tattered and torn
A normal man would be warned
But a man with no emotion
He was blind to that thought
He saw himself and realized he would rot
Up in emotions he could he never get caught
Is this man blissfully ignorant?
Should you feel bad for him?
That's for you to decide
For who are you to judge another mans mind
Is their a lesson for the man who stares into the abyss
Or can a man with no emotion tell apart from all this
A man with no feeling's
No feeling's at all
Starred into the deep black abyss
Know what he saw?
Himself starring back
Eyes filled with only with black - Kyle K - AKA - KuramaKami
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