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posted by ThornedRose
life has won over death
you arrive
a joyuss look in your eyes
you were laughing
you were smiling
you were crawling
when te took your first steps
you were mesmirized
you were running
you were jumping
you were making mud pies
clinging onto me
soon te were older
to old for grownups
you played with your Friends
you played sports
but te still called me mommy
you were chasing after girls
you were failing your classes
you were making a mess of your world
soon te betrayed me
you lied and te cheated
you ha rubato, stola from me
you disapeared for days
you dropped out of school
you swore at me
you snuck into...
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posted by babyjay
true Friends are hard to come by...
yet when te catch them te feel like te can fly...
te trust them,
Amore them,
and talk of future...
te know that they will never lie...
and successivo to them te stand side da side...
te Amore them,
hug them,
and share smiles with eachother...
oh how it feels when te know your important...
that te know te have some one to comfort you...
te hold their hand,
skip down the street,
and feel no defeat...
true Friends are hard to come by...
but hold them tight so away they dont fly.
THE DANCE OF DEATH

by: Charles Baudelaire

ARRYING bouquet, and handkerchief, and gloves,
Proud of her height as when she lived, she moves
With all the careless and high-stepping grace,
And the extravagant courtesan's thin face.

Was slimmer waist e'er in a ball-room wooed?
Her floating robe, in royal amplitude,
Falls in deep folds around a dry foot, shod
With a bright flower-like shoe that gems the sod.

The swarms that hum about her collar-bones
As the lascivious streams caress the stones,
Conceal from every scornful jest that flies,
Her gloomy beauty; and her fathomless eyes

Are made of...
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In our Society today, do te class yourself as free? o are te constantly clinging onto things, which give no guarantee?
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How beautiful the Sun is when newly risen
He hurls his morning greetings like an explosion!
— Fortunate the one who can lovingly salute
His setting, più glorious than a dream!

I remember!... I have seen all, flower, stream, furrow,
Swoon under his gaze like a palpitating heart...
— Let us run to the horizon, it's late,
Let us run fast, to catch at least a slanting ray!

But I pursue in vain the sinking god;
Irresistible Night, black, damp, deadly,
Full of shudders, establishes his reign;

The odor of the tomb swims in the shadows
And at the marsh's edge my timid foot
Treads upon slimy snails and unexpected...
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The Alchemy of Sorrow

One man lights te with his ardor,
Another puts te in mourning, Nature!
That which says to one: sepulcher!
Says to another: life! glory!

You have always frightened me,
Hermes the unknown, te who help me.
You make me the peer of Midas,
The saddest of all alchemists;

Through te I change oro to iron
And make of paradise a hell;
In the winding sheet of the clouds

I discover a beloved corpse,
And on the celestial shores
I build massive sarcophagi.

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L'un t'éclaire avec son ardeur,
L'autre en toi met son deuil, Nature!
Ce qui dit à...
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posted by saracomet
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my biscotti, cookie and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

te have never seen a danish o a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
te can chew on them till doomsday, te can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

te can whack them with a hammer, te can hit them with a stick.
te can stab them with a dagger, te can beat them with a brick.
te can drop them from an airplane, te can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage te to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" o "water," I use Crazy Glue.
posted by saracomet
My nostril smells awesome inside of my nose,
a bit like the bloom of a newly-picked rose.
It started this morning--I couldn't say why--
and all giorno it's smelled like banana cream pie.

It has the aroma of freshly-baked bread
with hot melted burro and mora, blackberry spread,
and maybe the breeze of a warm afternoon,
that follows a thunderstorm early in June.

It smells like a pine forest, right da a lake,
and Cioccolato chip biscotti, cookie my mom likes to bake,
like kettle mais pop-popping over a fire,
and laundry, the moment it's out of the dryer.

My nostril smells awesome, so I have a plan
to sit and enjoy it as long as I can.
Don't ask how it happened; I really can't say.
Perhaps it's my finger that's smelling this way.
posted by slink365
A peaceful world would be nothing like the world I see in front of me
There would be no worry about what’s going to happen to me
By doing things as a community we make things available to the
Community. Graffiti washes, car washes, etc.
That’s what I could do as part of the community.

As an individual in this world I see in front of me
There I stand and see chaos right in front of me I stop it, it’s like the whole world froze
And it’s nothing but me stopping what I see right in front of me
I close my eyes
The vision I see is nothing like what is in front of me
There are people laughing, having...
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posted by EmilyMJFan910
If only they could come to see,
o they could realize.
That all the mixed-up crazy things
Are why she hides her eyes.
She's holding back the sadness,
But her face gives her away.
She takes no time to express it
Because she doesn't want to say.
Her cuore sinks like the setting sun,
Sadness has pushed her down.
The ones that know her all believe
That she can turn around.
But none of them can understand
Just what goes on inside.
Rain and tears and storms thrash on;
It's why she always cries.
She hurts too much to look beyond
The sadness in her mind.
So one can only hope for her,
That happiness she will find.
If only they could come to see,
o they could realize.
All these things they're looking past;
They're why she hides her eyes.