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Heart of a poet, mind of a pervert. God grant me the serenity to change things I cannot accept, the courage to kill things I cannot change, and the wisdom find where the sneaky fucks hide.
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| Saturday, March 16, 2013, 5:57:37 AM- Forever. | ||||||
Blood stained water Over broken glass A cloudy vision Of a history past My heart it loves you My mind is clear The only problem is You're not here Once you loved me But now you don't I try to forget But I know I won't Forever to you Was just a word A word I wish I had never heard | ||||||
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| Saturday, March 16, 2013, 4:32:09 AM- Sunrise | ||||||
Come with me to the sun set, let us kiss this day divine. Hold me under the cover of night, let me feel your lips with mine. Stay with me until the sun rises, let us welcome this day anew. Answer my heart's deep yearning, to begin each day with you. | ||||||
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| Friday, March 15, 2013, 9:13:07 PM- Lunch time | ||||||
Lunch then. An hour once, when the illusion of happiness still existed. An hour of torment, after loves illusion shattered. An hour of numbness, as pain fades into apathy. An hour of parting clouds, as storms pass to nothing. An hour of cautious optimism, as sanguine sky's open. An hour of solitude, as isolation lends deceptive comfort . Lunch now. An hour of truth, as warmth is found in retinue. Retinue is a odd choice of words. It means a group of retainers, or ones who lift up one of importance. I'm not sure of my importance, but through friends here, I feel that I matter. Thank you my friends for that gift. I have spent a lot of time staring at the ground. These days I seem to gaze at the sky and dreaming about flight. Maybe someday I will. | ||||||
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| Friday, March 15, 2013, 3:54:02 AM- rules are important | ||||||
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| Thursday, March 14, 2013, 3:56:31 AM- love or be loved | ||||||
to feel fully and completely loved to never open your eyes and wonder when will it end to know each day that you fill someone's mind the peace of no doubt or second guessing the comfort in arms always waiting the joy brought forth, when lips simply must smile the warmth in even simple kisses, meant just for you to feel love fully and completely to never stop reaching for eternity in an instant to know your mind is focused where it should be the peace of a heart freed from doubt the comfort given through arms longing to hold the joy in seeing every smile you have created the warmth in even simple kisses, meant just for you to be loved is to feel complete, because another cares to love is to become complete, by caring for another | ||||||
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| Wednesday, March 13, 2013, 4:39:40 AM- I wish | ||||||
I wish I could hold you. It's a selfish thought. I know I can't make the pain go away. My arms nothing more than perhaps a brief distraction, but if for a moment your heart could be lightened, then mine could be as well. There is no magic in my hands, just a deep longing for the illusion that I could bring you peace. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 10:42:06 PM- A simple thought. | ||||||
You are beautiful. Smile. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 9:25:52 PM- Some days we just need to believe. | ||||||
Some days we have to believe we are strong enough. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 9:06:57 PM- I fix things | ||||||
I fix machines. My father taught me how. If it's broke I can fix it. If I don't know how, give me a minute, I will figure it out. I can fix people, my grandfather taught me how. The only thing I can't fix is me, so forgive me for being broken. I have duct tape and paper clips, so I can patch it up. It will hold together until the tape gets wet, by then I hope to have more tape. So ignore my slips and slides. Even broken, I can still fix almost anything. It is what I do. | ||||||
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| Tuesday, March 12, 2013, 10:23:33 AM- a bad dream leads to brief awakening | ||||||
Unwanted, untouched, undesirable truth is truth, why did I count? Just another, yes worthless, weak, wistful I drink from your poison fount. Bathing in the dire, dreadful, decision forever just a few years. Regard, to resentment, then rejection I guess I deserve these tears. | ||||||
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