PoeticAin't it funny You've sparked a fuse In my mind The explosion, it took me By surprise Now the words pour out I can't hold it back You've made me poetic Once again I wish to hold you And put my lips On your neck To brush your hair out of you face To caress your cheek And hold your hand You've got my attention And I can't pull away Nor do I want to I wanna swim through your milky skin And get lost among the dark forest That is your hair I wish I could fall forever Through your green eyes And continuously tastPoetic
SpringSun bright Trees bare Grass green Breeze chill On this bench I sit Cigarette in my mouth It's smoke filling my lungs I exist in my mind alone Watching clouds pass Along their blue sea As if acting out an age long past While squirrels frolic far below Having adventures and great fun They jump from tree to tree And travel great distances Their not full of mundane thoughts Like a trip to the corner store Minds preoccupied By swashbuckling, love, and feasts I have nought but the time To sit and smoke And to wonder AbSpring
TEAAll it is, is boiled leaves Maybe with sugar, honey, or milk Thousands of flavors One sensation Or is it heavenly delight This wam liquid running Through my lips and teeth Around my tongue Tasting it's complex flavor While it's sweet aroma Invades my nose It flows down my throat Slowly warming me to the core As it rests at the bottom Of my stomache One of the most Comforting feelings Like a warm hand Stroking your lips Running, ever so lightly Along your neck Over your strong chest Brushing your belly CominTEA
Shades Of ColorTell me please, dear friend What color would grass be If it wasn't green Would it be the color of your eyes Or the color of your hair Maybe it's the color of your breath When it flows into my lungs Could it be pitch black As dark as the darkest tar Or maybe the silvery blue of moonlight Or white as the snowy fields What if the snow was green Would Snow White be Snow Green And the seven dwarves be elves How would the snow appear If it looked like water And water was solid like glass Would it rain marbles Then instead of walking on waterShades Of Color
Poetic
Optimism
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Zdravko Girov
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Manta-Man
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You can sell my body, but you can't sell my soul.
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Manta-Man
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I,m not suffering from insanity. I,m enjoying every minute of it.
your stuff is really good
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"Why would God send all the gays to hell? That would just make hell FABULOUS!"
...just kidding, i wouldnt use u like that...yes i would.
but ,yeah i know its been a weak but it seems alittle longer.
p.s actually if u would bring me to uhh BandN that be fiiinneeee
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Bum Bum BIRTHDAY, bum bum Ts tss Ts
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You can sell my body, but you can't sell my soul.
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I still miss you!!!!
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quel est sexy ? sexy est tenu sous la pluie étonnante tandis que vous ascendant me poussez contre le chapeau de votre voiture, déchirant ma chemise, car vous m\'embrassez avec l\'intention de ne jamais s\'arrêter.
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