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posted by australia-101
we tie time
in knots and try
to connect the dots,
but time was meant
to measure between
things and all
we’re measuring
is the difference
between his time
and my time
o between this time
and last time.
30 secondi in the microwave
means nothing
until those 30 seconds
could have been spent
eating the food,
talking to a sister,
o practicing that new
dance sposta which is only
new because it is newer
than those other moves
because its distance
is shorter to the present
than the other dance class
and not because
it is the successivo big thing,
although that makes a different
sposta new.
what i mean to say
is that time is overused,
overemphasized. we give
time the throne
and it rules and makes rules.
we follow them
because we like to think
that time is important
and we are important
and our time is gold,
but even gold
would have no value
if there were an endless supply,
and time is endless, but
not for us, but
time is endless nevertheless.
posted by sunshinedany
~ 2 of my preferito Amore poems ~

WHEN te ARE OLD
by William Butler Yeats

When te are old and gray and full of sleep
And nodding da the fire, take down this book
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with Amore false o true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;


And bending down beside the glowing bars murmur, a little sadly, how Amore fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead and hid his face among a crowd of stars.

LOVESONG da Ted...
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posted by bettyboop1996
why did te cheat on me?
why did I deserve that?
I loved te so much, I still do,
and if te asked for me back,
I would probably come.

that's because I Amore you,
and you've got a hold on me,
why did I have to see you,
with another girl in your arms,
your a cheat that's all I can say!!

I loved te and te just threw it away,
but that's it im done with te now,
im not trying anymore,
I could of been the best thing te ever had,
te don't know what te have got until te loose it,
your a cheat and that's all I can say,
now its time for me to go my own way.
Though your mischievous eyebrows
Give te a singular air,
Not that of an angel,
Sorceress with Siren's eyes,

I adore you, my madcap,
My ineffable passion!
With the pious devotion
Of a priest for his idol.

Your stiff tresses are scented
With the desert and forest,
Your head assumes the poses
Of the enigma and key.

Perfume lingers about your flesh
Like incense about a censer,
You charm like the evening,
Tenebrous, passionate nymph.

Ah! the most potent philtres
Are weaker than your languor,
And te know the caresses
That make the dead live again !

Your haunches are enamored
Of your back and your bosom
And te delight...
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posted by chattycatty
sorry for hateing you
sorry for everything

wish i could retrace my steps that day
now your gone moved away
i wish i could stand face to face with you

and say sorry for hurting te sorry for everything ive done
i hope your not dead i hope your alive if te are hear Leggere this my friend im sorry so sorry

i understand my friend if te will not forgive me i chose to be mad at te when te tried to apolagize
just know this Friends are forever

i will keep te in my head if i forget ill still have te in my heart
and hopefully te will keep me in yours now your gone te wont see me but te have raised me up higher than the mountains

youve raised me up to più then i can be
i was strong when i was on your sholders
i am sorry carolyn kellar for what has happend
posted by ThornedRose
I sposta a hundred steps
to fix my pace
but all your love
inflicts my grace
falling
running
trying to get clean
but the confort
your love
it captures me

I sposta behind the lines
to hide from the new
to hide from from addiction
to hide from you
falling
running
trying to hide
but the meledy
the sound
it drags me back

I sposta between the beats
to cover my sins
but everytime your near me
The bottle of gin slowly didapears
falling
falling
sweeter than life
your Amore is a drug
your Amore is my high
video
poem
poesia
As life flutters da on Angel's wings

The wind whips my hair as I ride through the desolite night sky

My cuore leaps with joy, and drowns wih sorrow

I'm falling down... farther into the abyss

I grab on to a passing Angel's wings
It's my Angel

I stil fall
Unable to let go of My Angel

My Angel, He's broken
Drowning his sorrows in pain
His pain in sorrows

He has seen this unperfect world
Wanting to fix it, trying to fix it

It crushed his soul, broke his spirit
I have seen this world as he has seen it

It broke me too

And we plumet together
Streatched to our braking points

As life fluters da on Angel's wings
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Source: Me... <3
posted by juicyjossy9
Walt
Whitman



I have perceiv’d that to be
With those i like is enough,
To stop in company with the rest
At evening is enough,
To be surrounded da beautiful,
Curious, breathing,
Laughing flesh is enough…

I do not ask any più delight,
I swim in it as in a sea.
There is something in staying close
To men and women and looking on them,
And in the contact and odor of them,
That pleases the soul well,

All things please the soul,
But these please the soul well.

* * * * * * *

Live high, live mighty, live righteously, taking it easy [Jason Mraz]
Smile wider, look closer, and think broader [Blend Apparel]
--- LivHILuvAlwaiz♥jj9
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posted by irena83
The black rose
describes him best.
Dark,
just like his world is.
Dark,
just like his eyes.
And yet,
te should take a good look
before te touch it.

te may be hurt
if te don’t watch closely.
Rose is so gentle,
isn’t it?
So be careful,
te might be hurt.

Careful what te wish,
think twice first.
The petals are so soft
and sensitive,
te should know what
you’re indulge.

The black rose is apart,
she’s unique,
just like he is...
Nobody can see
the world he created.

He’s fearless,
but he feels.
He’s cold,
but he listens.
He’s mysterious,
but caring.
He understands,
but no longer cares.
He’s empty,
but awake.
He’s lonely,
but he knows...

Without a goal
te don’t live,
te just watch
your life fading,
without Amore
you’re so empty,
without understanding,
you’re still there,
in the world of your own.
posted by sawfan13
Raised da wild animals
People just never quite understand
He maybe different
But he saved me from a lion.
He is not a savage
He's sweet and curious about the human world
As I wonder,"Does he Amore me? Does he know what Amore is?"
My Friends and ex-fiance' just can't see
What a wonderful man he is.
Brave, strong, and kind
Also, very attractive!
The jungle so beautiful and free
As he swings on vines, holding me
His loud, Victorious yell
As he yells after fighting a mean animal
o just proud of his jungle.
His muscular, warm, tan skin
Feels so smooth and beautiful
Against my head, as I listen to his heartbeat.
His amber eyes stare into mine
As I touch his shaggy, shoulder length black hair
If he ever gets hurt
I help him doctor his wounds.
We dream of each other, as we both fall into a slumber, as the sun starts to set slowly.
posted by sawfan13
Poem About Criss Angel:

Your illusions make me nervous sometimes
Dangerous emotions in your soul
te always push the envelope
Very dangerous and attractive
te have never scared me
Wee little girls scream in fear when te remove quarters from your arm using a knife, o cutting yourself in half
I don't scream
I marvel in the beauty
I know te will survive
I can tell in your hypnotizing amber eyes
Beautiful inside and out
Children look up to you
You're generosity towards the less fortunate are so sweet
Your imagination is wild and amazing
te amaze me
I hate that others can't see
What a great person te really are
I know how te feel
I am too very dark and mysterious
So everyday I feel Ribelle - The Brave and creative
Because te inspire me
Shelby Gray
Essay #3
1/23/13
    Darkness creeps it's way into everyone's mind at a certain point in thier lives. It
worms into the mind without a sound and slowly, over time, grasps at the cuore until,
from the very depths of the dark underworld, it completely ensnares it. Edgar Allen Poe,
an eighteenth centry poet and writer of short stories , displayed many signs of that very
same darkness. The encounters in his mind were often of lingering evil, life after death,
torture, and other unspeakable horrors. One piece of this madman's work, in paticular,
caught the attention...
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posted by irena83
te devastate this land of mine,
Where breeze used to touch the rose petals.

On this field of my innosence
te took away the cloudy days,
On this desolated field no rain will fall,
No sun will shine,
Those soft petals are dry now
On this field of mine.

But yours,
te grow your Oleander and Ivy,
Your poisonous land as your twisted mind,
te ha rubato, stola water to dry mine,
I see your Oleander now,
Beautiful and gentle as my rose is never going to be,
Poisonous but never meant to cure me.
posted by arylynn10
A woman's life is a rose.

Each petal containing a portion of life.

The diligent journey wil be perfect.

As te live, your rose grows weaker.

Your enduring patience has been spent; your rose is wilting.

The many years yearning for unity has ceased.

The whispering kingdom is worth all yor strength.

God will welcome te with kindly eyes.

Your sacred rose will live on.

A woman's life is a rose.

By: Arylynn10
and it detto it has to be longer to be an articolo so, blah,blah,blah,blah,blah,blah