PatheticThis is a fantastic Idea. and then
Perhaps
I will update with older poems no one has ever seen, but me of course.
How's life?
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devID2by ~AStudyGuide
devIDby ~AStudyGuide
Ceiling ThisI wake up in the middle of the night, you know between the hour I tried to sleep and the three hours I whirled and twirled in bed between blankets and sheets, and I turn over and look up at my ceiling expecting to see your eyes beaming down on me- like in our photos.Ceiling This
I wake up and remember the nights
before we were together and I thought I was sad then not having you yet was so frustrating.
I look up and remember the nights we were together I remember your arms around me and your fingers loosely holding onto me and I reme
by ~AStudyGuide
Lack of Supporting DetailI've typed us up. You and I, you and me-Lack of Supporting Detail
Me, being your english prodigee, thought it would be nice to sum it all up in a poem.
I, unfortunately, have lost my knack and when it came time to edit us- to take out the bad and leave the good and proper- I gave up.
It was difficult mostly because I wanted to keep you r run-ons, you r lack of punctuation,
you r misuse with words like your and you're-
(Your
so beautiful, you know)
I wanted the awful syntax, the lack of supporting detail- My bindings breaking anyhow, &nb
by ~AStudyGuide
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With You Around MeMy hands would turn cold when you held them, My beating heart and my red face makes their presence known. You’d look questioningly as if to say, “What’s wrong?” Brushing my hair behind my ear I’d make no reply With you around me I know everything is right, Even when everyone says it’s all screwed up. I know I can trust you, And every bad thing would just disappear. With you around me has made my minute, my day, my life. You’d brush the tears from my eyes Whisper sweet words in my ear.With You Around Me
by ~PrincessPomeranian
This Is LoveGazing straight at you I started to shiver Because there are too manyThis Is Love
Thoughts I hide behind my blue eyes And as you held my hands So still... I leaned in for the kiss That would answer my quandries And explain the rift remaining In my slowly healing heart. And as I fell into your arms I'd never felt so right It had never been so simple And I had never felt so safe In anyone else's hands. As your soft fingers Caressed my skin For the first time The only thing on my mind Was you, my best friend, And the knowledge that
by ~DreamerLost
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Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make your path's straight. ~Proverbs 3:5-6
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When I die, I want to know that I've always been the cloud: always going with the flow and never being able to be tied down. And in the end, you'll know what I'm capable of.
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squaring numbers is like men.
if they're under 13, do them in your head.
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you were the fire in my eyes,
but i wanted to put you out.
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This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.
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