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when I talk to you
I'm actually just chatting to me
because conspicuous by absence again.
Won't imagine in which beautiful area,
with whom enjoying precious time.
You're smarter than me,
that's why I'm thinking of you.
Regardless, thoughts are free
to live in love with you.
The sun warms the colors of nature,
alone in it in quiet peace,
sit here together and listen to inspirations

SHAKESPEARE ONCE SAID
I cried when i had no shoes...
But i stop crying....
When i saw a man without legs.
Life is full of blessing,
Sometimes we don't value it.

Roses are Red
Violets are Blue
Some poems rhyme
But this one doesn't.

Rise all those who meet the description of desire,
Speak whose hearts are made of fire,
Dwell low who are liars,
Sing high, banned from the church choir,--
Of what was lost,
And, what is to become,
Those who have many,
And, the lonely hearts,
Who have chosen to be alone,--
Those who carry pleasure on a merry-go-round,
Step forward, those who wear a golden crown,
Faces of those who show happiness,
Behind a mask made of frowns,
Those who succeed up,
Leaving those who ever put you down,--
Learn the only value of life is death,
Between those who accept and those who deny,
Scream those in love,
Whisper love to those who said goodbye,
All of this within the wink of an eye,
Seeking the warmth of the day,
Cold fear, of what lurks in the night,--
Those who wonder to be,
And, those in some places are blind,
Still remaining able to see,
But, have lost a piece of mind.

I plunder through the unfathomable depths of the conscious mind
I'm searching for the answers that my soul has hidden, and I can't find
In minutes, the key is found, as I am searching for the answer, above ground
And, in minutes, the ability became a seen ability, as I wade onwards
Treading water rapidly as the emotions and the tide become one

Like a wind crying endlessly through the universe, time carries away the deeds of conquered and commoners alike, all that we are, all that we were, are the memories of those who cared we came their way for a brief moment.

i know im different then you but even i hurt too
ill take everything since i was five years old
everything iv written my poems and all
i tried to fit in where i don't belong
even though it makes me sad today
ill not right another poem ever again
even my songs will be trash all because
you hate everything i do all because
you say im different then you

Bye bye my cherry pie, we didn't have much but never ran dry. Money and wealth was all around us, but we had what counted each other, dreams and enough to survive. Until it happened out of the blue. And in the end could not mend. The vengences l can forgive, and l think of the life we shared together in your little flat. The odd record can bring tears to my eyes, but to go back now does no seem wise.

The rain falls gently on the rooftops,
A soft patter that never stops,
In the darkness of the night,
The raindrops shimmer in the light.

The world is hushed, the streets are still,
As the rain continues its gentle trill,
The leaves rustle in the breeze,
As the drops fall on the trees.

The air is cool, the scent is sweet,
As the rain washes away the heat,
It's a moment of calm, a moment of peace,
As the rain brings the earth release.

The sound of the rain is a lullaby,
A soothing melody, a gentle sigh,
As we lay in bed and listen,
To the raindrops on the windows glisten.

So let the rain fall, let it pour,
Let it wash away the worries of before,
For on this rainy night,
Everything feels clean and bright.