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l'amitieCelui qui perd de l'argent perd beaucoup
Celui qui perd un ami perd beaucoup plus
Celui qui perd la vie perd tout
Hier c'est une histoire
Aujourd'hui un cadeau
Demain un mystere
NEVER SAY NEVERNever try to understand everything
Somethings will never make sense.
Never try to be reluctant,
to show your feelings
When you are happy, give to it!!!
When you are sad, live with it.
Never be afraid to try to make things better,
You might be surprised of the results.
Never take the weight of the world on your shoulders
Cause it hurts a lot,
It really hurts a lot.
Never be guilty about the past
cause what is done is done
Learn from any mistakes you might have made.
Never feel that you are alone,
there is always sombody there for you
Never forget that you can achieve
so many things that you cna't imagine
hoping for shooting stars
sending a prayer
blowing out candles
puffing out dandelions
watching for ladybugs
jinxing others. . .
the kind of silly things i do
just to wish for being with you.
fought for recovery after i lost myself in battlethey exclaim that one cannot recover on their own.
that it requires an army of family and friends
to find ones way out of that state-of-mind, victorious
so i began to build an army, and begun with you, my first (and last) warrior
i bestowed upon you the means to comprehend and
the capacity to acquire a cure;
but you overlooked the concept
all my strategically placed signs blew away as you stormed by,
stating that i was merely having an internal squabble— while you?
Oh! You were on the front lines of a real war!
To you, and to them, the thoughts that plague.
i failed to mention that this battle was one of disease and infection,
this had embedded its roots deeply within the person
i (oops) forgot to say that it was an epidemic- a plague.
that this battle was fought beneath the surface of your skin,
beneath the surface of your subconscious;
as subtle as a shadow, spreading and spreading and—
you were too concerned with your own disputes and
your own casua
phantasm.though I am but a friend,
I dream of your soft hands
intertwining with mine.
I open my weary eyes,
and the phantasm is over.
please. . .
make this my reality.
he's not beautiful in the way you want him to be halo and horns
he's got hair that's naturally black
with a blonde spot from when he bleached it
and dyed it blue before going back to
his natural color.
it's coarse but it's getting softer
and right now it's cut short
but when his bangs grow out his hair turns
curly and unable to be tamed
which is how i like it because
that's how he is
mask and facepaint
his eyes are a shade of brown that
light up when he's happy into this sort of
gorgeous hazel color reminding me of
stained glass windows or broken beer bottles
shimmering in the sunlight.
his nose is rounded at the tip
and he's got freckles and the occasional pimple
and full lips that i hope our kids inherit
paired with a smile that i sometimes think
is the reason why the ice caps are melting
(he's just so warm).
tail and wings
five inches under six feet tall
and says that he'd die if i get taller than him
his arms are muscled and toned with
shoulders and a collarbone tha
The Finest RomanceThy love lives inside of me like a component,
We’re so much alike like exponents,
We did not buy our love, we own it,
I caught you in my catcher’s mitt,
Thy embrace is so tight I have to admit,
But not one I’ll ever omit,
Hopefully the only love I’ll ever have to submit,
For you will be with me forever, so our love, I’ll never forget!
If you’re the ship than I’m the captain who always goes down with thee,
For the day we get married I won’t get cold feet and flee,
For thy art the reason I am able to get down on one knee,
The only one who will hear my plea,
When I ask thou to marry me,
Thine face will light up like the sun hitting the sea,
You know I am honest and sincere, not make believe,
I grew up a long time ago, I’m not a boy who likes to tease,
Because you’re the only woman I want to see!
I hold you with ease,
Give you all of my company,
For you and I together is why I invest my time,
For with thee, I have papers to sign,
lovely doesn't do you justicethere are people who have been
eroded down to bitter nothingness
when love doesn’t give them
the time of their life
but darling, you are
a special kind of bittersweet
a musky tang i can taste
with my lips on your skin, and
your words in the air
lovely doesn’t do you justice
just like a sunrise isn’t just
a landscape to paint
but you’re the type of girl
who wouldn’t know falling in love
if you scraped your hands
and knees in the process
maybe you could see it, though,
in the way i trace your hipbones
through chunky sweaters
and the sight of me kissing
all your scars goodbye.
ElevateMy mood rises,
As fast as it falls,
Never perfectly in the middle,
Straight into a wall.
I wish it was my destiny,
I wish it was my fate,
I wish to let you lift me up,
A hand full of cards,
That I am forced to fold.
Lift me up above the clouds,
Where the rain can’t touch me,
Take me up to your angelic home,
Where you and I can just be.
I want you to know,
It’s never too late,
I’ll always be here for you,
Together we can Elevate.
I always think of you and me,
The lengths we could go,
The love I have for you,
And its endless flow.
I wish I could get an opportunity,
Just one date,
Then I could show you,
You make my heartbeat Elevate.
Steal you (Blissful Heavens)I don't want the blissful heavens to come
and steal you a way from me. Without you
the air to my lungs don't fill in the
spaces flowers use to grow when you touched
my heart; the acid tears that come rolling
down these cheeks of mines won't have your
benign fingers to wipe away.
Those hazel eyes of yours was a destiny
the stars never had plan upon meeting
my brown eyes furthering meeting my broken,
bend soul that hiding from the pain it
numbed a lot time ago.
the crookeven though the white sunlight
is spilling through the blinds
in perfect parallels across my
it will never match
neither the softness of your touch nor
your hot-chocolate warmth.
yesterday you stole the sky.
I wouldn't have noticed if your eyes
weren't as striking blue as the
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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