-Laura-


Of PomegranatesIf only angels looked upon our love, But how they’d smile, giggling at us, At this, though common, sighing from above;Of Pomegranates
Beauty’s contained and found in all things just, Delighting in the pomegranate’s seed, For you alone the meaning’s not of lust,
For you, a mistress to your passion’s need, Admitting vulnerability, Have taken comfort following in my lead.
Through moments of joy and uncertainty, Euphoria and pain become our worlds, And we revel or cry in commonality;
At night, unfettered, lie we both unfurled In nylon, silk, and satin ecsta


Journey Through the Unknownwhat is this folly so carelessly knighted by way of a thrusting of swords through the heart’s vessels? washing the hands of attendants in blood from wounds openly spewing from fountains of youthfulness;Journey Through the Unknown
end of a figure transfers to another the hopelessness cloaking all efforts for change men try bringing to earth, which has changed but position in space and in time as it looms from eternal rest;
trapped in expiring forms which in dirt will lie evermore now and forever consumed by all worms and all plants which will grow to contented die, how can a soul ever dream


WatersA warm breeze rushes from the sea Fantastic in its multiple facets Of grey, red, and blue, of a dim light from the lighthouse shining through the palpable fog, The sun gleams with its last rays Upon the ever-changing movement of waves And patterns of tides reaching the ends of the world.Waters
What of these waters? Be they a peaceful lake Wide, steady, and serene? Or perhaps various rivers Streamed hither and thither In scattered uniformity? Are there raging rapids, bright reflections Evoking the greatest awe?!
None of this! Such matters ar


AutumnIt was a weary autumn night, Fruitless trees were rustling Complaints of undermined might, A chill wind was blowing Under the illuminated sky, lighted By a place far from sight, close in mind;Autumn
“It could almost be daylight,” She said, for we stood together, And although we both knew It was true Of this lonesome autumn night, I was silent, she was still;
I spoke, “If daylight it is, Then let us enjoy it,” A flash of black, she had turned Towards me with a smile Unfolding across her face As a butterfly its wings;
Anoth


Hidden IdentityI hide in the shadows, watching, lurking As silent figures glide before my path You may wonder why do I hide? Why don’t I surface before the crowds? Could it be that I’m scared of rejection,Hidden Identity
that I wont be accepted for who I am? Could it be that I’m confused,
not knowing who I am, what I am,
where I belong. So I wait in the shadows taking notes on the pitiful souls around me As they act out a scene from an unrehearsed play Do any of them really understand the true parts they play? Do any of them see beyond the shallow exterior of their fellow characters They glid


What I am...What I am... I'm a child prodigy.What I am...
I'm sweet I'm innocent I'm a regular peaches and creme
I love my family I excel in school I make friends with everyone I meet
Now, don't you wish you could be as fucking perfect as me?
What I am... I'm a liar.
I'm bitter I'm used I'm your living demon from hell
I hate my family I appear sub-par in school I ditch my friends and make fun of strangers
Now, won't you pray you'll never be as horrid as me?
What I am... I'm a kid
I'm to
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"Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal."-Albert Camus
"We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them." -Albert Einstein
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At the Bridge
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i wish art won't hurt me so much
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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love life
NOT my President.
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Je ne parle pas l'anglais
I dont speak french
-NG-
♀♀
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To those who do not know me, I am but a faceless name writing insights to life that few will ever comprehend.
I refuse to be a slave to society and it's expectations.
=dapride / *poetic-forms / ~b00b-B-gone
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