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She left meAs I looked into her eyes I saw her problems unfold in pinks and blues purples and gold hues of the soul faded, frayed and old like she was dying trying not to explode I tightened up my hold gently told her, I love her she cracked a weak smile her hair no longer glowing I clutched her to my chest asking, "Baby where you going?" I gets no response her eyes seem dim no tears drop but im crying within..She left me
by *GrimmReality
Reanimator: RuinSomewhere in the Middle East…Reanimator: Ruin
Jamel al Sumarr rose from his prayer rug and looked over to his wife Sanai. He watched her silky black hair cascade over her shoulder as she finished reciting the Subh prayer. Sanai and Jamel had been married for over five years and every morning when they awoke, he silently praised Allah for bringing him this beautiful creature. She had long black hair, the kind of black that when light reflected off it, it shone a deep blue-purple. Her eyes were a soft brown, almost hazel and had the uncanny ability to hold you in place, even at a glance.
Her husband was tall and athletic yet
by *GrimmReality
SleeplessAt night I can't sleep through fleeting memories I toss and turn Checking my ashtray for some fire to burn I fish through CD'sSleepless
for a beat so I can chill Sweat beads my forehead so much I think I'm ill And I don't know what's real are they nightmares or only dreams? Or is this the time when a man truly sees his inner demons? Shortening my breathing, asthmatic constriction I think the symptoms change depending on your depiction I'm looking in the mirror trying to recognize the vision and I see my Erised, a man breaking from his prison &n
by *GrimmReality
U thought U had Menot your average author poetically describe tortureU thought U had Me
you cant deny my offer im givin what my livin taught us infectious if you cough us slander or down trodden drag me thru the mud i come back with a face of pure disgust existence on the bottom
can show you who to trust and i think the only plus is that there is no way else but up no need to help me up i can walk it without a crutch i look up in the sky said I'll make it there or bust
by *GrimmReality
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sick goodsI know so much you don't. You're as plain as a white envelope. I won't lick you, no, I won't. You hide inside yourself like shards of glass, bleeding a fleshy-blue hue. My heart drops for you. When I see you online I make myself busy, never the one to start the conversation because I'm not needy or want you to see me easy as when I fell for you. This love game, it is a code we cannot read nor diminish. Exchange of our words, exotic and mundane, glamorous and dreamy as the sky famous. Other times, flat as your pocket. Safeguarded and cadaverous,sick goods
by ~IAmPoetry
Tasting ChocolateSweet words ascape his lips, Yet she still says no.Tasting Chocolate
With the fear of the bitter taste, She refuses the sweet treat.
Enviouse of the slow romance, Yet consumed of to much pride to admit it.
In the dead of night, Her vonerability shows. When first light breaks, Her walls go back up.
Is it the big four letter word, That keeps her up at night? The fear of emotion, Or getting hurt?
One day soon, Will she take the time to taste the chocolate? Or will she instantly spit it out?
by ~emolawngnome
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I cant help but notice ur pain.
my pain?
It runs deep SHARE IT WITH ME!!
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"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
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I cant help but notice ur pain.
my pain?
It runs deep SHARE IT WITH ME!!
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CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL TO SAVE HOMELESS KITTIES! [link]
"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
I really appreciate it!!
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CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL TO SAVE HOMELESS KITTIES! [link]
"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
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I cant help but notice ur pain.
my pain?
It runs deep SHARE IT WITH ME!!
thanks!
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CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL TO SAVE HOMELESS KITTIES! [link]
"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
Its very much appreciated!!!
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CHECK OUT MY JOURNAL TO SAVE HOMELESS KITTIES! [link]
"But I talk in the mirror
To the stranger that appears.
Our conversations are circles
Always one sided, nothing is clear." - Bright Eyes
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I cant help but notice ur pain.
my pain?
It runs deep SHARE IT WITH ME!!
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