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We will be together.
I can hear your laughter,
like music chimes on the wind.
And your smile is radiance,
like the sun it warms me.
Your touch is soft and gentle,
fingers brush tears from my cheek.
And I taste your lips against mine,
sweeter than any chocolate.
But you become ash in my mouth,
and slip through my fingers like sand.
For you are a hope and a dream,
a lie my mind made and my heart believes.
Are you real or just a phantom,
a simple figment of my rumination?
Do you stare at the same stars in longing,
or are you like the void that separates them?
My heart says that you too are waiting,
for what cradles you in imagination.
We will be together.
Someday.
I can hear your laughter,
like music chimes on the wind.
And your smile is radiance,
like the sun it warms me.
Your touch is soft and gentle,
fingers brush tears from my cheek.
And I taste your lips against mine,
sweeter than any chocolate.
But you become ash in my mouth,
and slip through my fingers like sand.
For you are a hope and a dream,
a lie my mind made and my heart believes.
Are you real or just a phantom,
a simple figment of my rumination?
Do you stare at the same stars in longing,
or are you like the void that separates them?
My heart says that you too are waiting,
for what cradles you in imagination.
We will be together.
Someday.
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parady words to staying alive
Parody of Saturday night fever, staying alive
Well you can tell by the by the way I use my fork
I’m an eating man: No time for talk
Farting loud, food is warm, I’ve been called fat since I was born
And now it’s alright, its ok.
I have food on my plate.
You can try to understand
The New York smells affect on me
Whether you’re fat or whether you’re thin
Your eatn’ a lot eatn’ a lot
The walkways breakin’ people are shakin’
And were eatin’ a lot eatin’ a lot
Belch belch fart fart eatin’ a lot eatin’ a lot
Fart fart belch belch eatin’ a loooooooooooooooooo-oooooooo
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Dead
Torn and chaffed down
to a selfless mass of flesh and empty neurons
I am dead
again
I am reset, restarted, but not renewed
empty
a blank sheet
with no one but an infant
to scribble the basic coding and awareness mechanisms
There is no second birth or reincarnation
the gods either lie or do not know
I am here
staring and stroking keys
with a ghastly automation
and an inner drive to explain:
self self self self self self self self self self self self self
When there is no knowledge of its meaning.
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Feeling The Light
I'm falling apart without you
Deep inside i'm crying
stuck on repeat in my head
Having no way out
Damning my self for eternity
Hearing your voice for the last time
Lost in my cold existance
Lost in your presence
Feeling your shadow
My soul feels tormented
My soul feels ignited
Feeling my skin burn with fury
Feeling my insides being torn
Wishing I were never born
Wishing I for a second chance
But all i get broken glance
But all i get is nothing at all
Nothing for breaking my fall
Laying on the ground injured in pain
Feeling the sadness feeling the rain
No one will help as they walk by
Even if they hear a moan or cry
A child of god just like y
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I am, by my own admitance, a 'hopeless romantic'. I believe that there is someone special out there who completes me and I believe that someday we will find each other. It is a very intimidating thought, thinking that ONE PERSON is out there in this big crazy old world, and I frequently find myself fighting despair at not having found her yet.
I can see her in my mind, feel her fingers intertwined with my own. Could she possibly be real, or am I suffering a delusion?
Still, I hold onto hope and press on because sometimes that's all any of us can do!
Comments and critiques are always welcome.
I can see her in my mind, feel her fingers intertwined with my own. Could she possibly be real, or am I suffering a delusion?
Still, I hold onto hope and press on because sometimes that's all any of us can do!
Comments and critiques are always welcome.
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I know that feeling 
[link] A piece I write about hopeless romantics. You don't have to read it or comment, thought you might be interested. Nice to see people with similar ideas sometimes.
But as a general critique, be careful of cliches: laughter and chimes, sun and smile, lips and chocolate, stars and longing. The 4th stanza is probably my favourite
[link] A piece I write about hopeless romantics. You don't have to read it or comment, thought you might be interested. Nice to see people with similar ideas sometimes.But as a general critique, be careful of cliches: laughter and chimes, sun and smile, lips and chocolate, stars and longing. The 4th stanza is probably my favourite