Submissions by Leben17DDC
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
''Town Flowers''
Some window would know how some dust would rise,
till it would fall for the fact that I really just wouldn't know what's on your mind.
Twenty years, then there's some things I wanted to leave behind
though some mistakes wouldn't go nowhere
like the window, you're the only one who knew and can make it right in time.
This Bottle felt half-empty for a second,
that mistakes didn't feel thesame by the time it was done.
And the road's still cold the past twenty years, still flowers had their chances they say,
to die with everythin that's on the inside through...
till it would fall for the fact that I really just wouldn't know what's on your mind.
Twenty years, then there's some things I wanted to leave behind
though some mistakes wouldn't go nowhere
like the window, you're the only one who knew and can make it right in time.
This Bottle felt half-empty for a second,
that mistakes didn't feel thesame by the time it was done.
And the road's still cold the past twenty years, still flowers had their chances they say,
to die with everythin that's on the inside through...
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''For A Local''
Some would say they knew women,
but you came like earth was built for only one.
Came to this place a thousand times dine and know someone,
then she asked what's on my mind but
it was never her, but you, and besides that
none.
Knew your type and the whole game,
even promised never to go your way.
We make rules, break them instead,
I guess that's how you make me say.
Every now and then the street are filled with women,
but not like the street on my mind.
A year ago carved a rock not to pay attention
but now Im the one asking if...
but you came like earth was built for only one.
Came to this place a thousand times dine and know someone,
then she asked what's on my mind but
it was never her, but you, and besides that
none.
Knew your type and the whole game,
even promised never to go your way.
We make rules, break them instead,
I guess that's how you make me say.
Every now and then the street are filled with women,
but not like the street on my mind.
A year ago carved a rock not to pay attention
but now Im the one asking if...
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''Portrait''
Leaves could fall like how they could get so many,
till everything's unpredictable like the fragrance of your wrist.
There's no life in photographs but I've never seen any
like the one's of you in mind and just die like this.
Colors be that typical, the black and whites
same like days you go through.
Let this train pass at everythin,
till that face comes up again makin it all feel brand new.
And the 3rd of January is long over,
maybe these thoughts' some February that has never been.
Reasons tend to shy away when you're close to the truth,...
till everything's unpredictable like the fragrance of your wrist.
There's no life in photographs but I've never seen any
like the one's of you in mind and just die like this.
Colors be that typical, the black and whites
same like days you go through.
Let this train pass at everythin,
till that face comes up again makin it all feel brand new.
And the 3rd of January is long over,
maybe these thoughts' some February that has never been.
Reasons tend to shy away when you're close to the truth,...
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''Death by Athena''
Livin for years,
guessed love is a suede.
The different types of Beautiful Death,
...but I just want to die in your parade.
Staring at the Queen.
You'll be
Wearing that Crown
for the rest of this transparency
Livin your Way
But I'm sure
I dont want to look back from you
Anymore
guessed love is a suede.
The different types of Beautiful Death,
...but I just want to die in your parade.
Staring at the Queen.
You'll be
Wearing that Crown
for the rest of this transparency
Livin your Way
But I'm sure
I dont want to look back from you
Anymore
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Amongst Brick Walls
Thousand reasons could make somethin a Wonder,
but all I care about this time is you as you watch everything move with the road amongst brick walls.
There's a lot of things I'd like to know, like lovely thoughts in disarray of a sinking ship,
and one of them is that Im driving alone with you that I dont know at all.
Content, both listening to that classic
she asked If I've been at that road we passed before and I said it tasted simply like our Sins.
I guess all of that passes the point, when looking in your eye
makes me want to stay at somethin to be believed...
but all I care about this time is you as you watch everything move with the road amongst brick walls.
There's a lot of things I'd like to know, like lovely thoughts in disarray of a sinking ship,
and one of them is that Im driving alone with you that I dont know at all.
Content, both listening to that classic
she asked If I've been at that road we passed before and I said it tasted simply like our Sins.
I guess all of that passes the point, when looking in your eye
makes me want to stay at somethin to be believed...
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The Tourist
I know that six steps couldn't make up for this chase yet you move on somethin so stable, in my mind, makin me want to leave everythin, like you're the only thing I wanted to keep.
Nothin is unusual like every tourist that would get lost on some street.
Someone's eye is an avenue searched through the soul and yours is a phantom I stared with a candle that just brought every single part of me on its feet.
And so they say, telling the truth with style is a sign that one is weak, but girl I want to be Dead in front of them, just to tell how the candle lights the whole...
Nothin is unusual like every tourist that would get lost on some street.
Someone's eye is an avenue searched through the soul and yours is a phantom I stared with a candle that just brought every single part of me on its feet.
And so they say, telling the truth with style is a sign that one is weak, but girl I want to be Dead in front of them, just to tell how the candle lights the whole...
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Dead Poets
It's starting to show, that in every dead poet's mind, somethin is missing.
Since someone told somebody that ''falling for you was the best part'' like few of the leaves that will do in the month of June.
And deeper thoughts would likely end up in a poet's paper, though some of questions in the head wont leave their souls for nothin.
For the eyes wont work without its heart, and my heart is dead yet in your eyes it's falling for you too soon.
Like the papers, the thoughts, all these Idea of the Dead Poet's, it's just me.
From that look in your eye, till that...
Since someone told somebody that ''falling for you was the best part'' like few of the leaves that will do in the month of June.
And deeper thoughts would likely end up in a poet's paper, though some of questions in the head wont leave their souls for nothin.
For the eyes wont work without its heart, and my heart is dead yet in your eyes it's falling for you too soon.
Like the papers, the thoughts, all these Idea of the Dead Poet's, it's just me.
From that look in your eye, till that...
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