Submissions by mixologist
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Rose Seed
If i swallowed a rose seed followed by water will it grow inside of me?
Will you accept my heart along with the rose as a constant reminder of the love i have for you? It will live forever, because tender care is all i would give it, so that our love will never die in a rotten soul.
Will you accept my heart along with the rose as a constant reminder of the love i have for you? It will live forever, because tender care is all i would give it, so that our love will never die in a rotten soul.
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Stay Friends
We need to stay friend. There is no way we will make it in an relationship. If e our feelings for one another would not be the same. We've been friends since kindergarten. My heart couldn't take it if we tried being in an relationship and it did not work out for the both of us. Let's stay friends forever. We know so much about one another until it scares me. Look at of the things i have told you. Action speaks louder than than words but you know our love is powerful our friendship would mean more. Don't get it twisted. I love you only as a friend. The thought has crossed my mind on whether...
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Death is no good
I was seven when you were dying and i had no idea what was going on. The light leaked from under the door. Hours passed and i have finally awoke from a deep dream.. I could still hear the crackling from that old 45 repeating the same words on that old phonograph by Marvin Gaye. Peeping in you were fanned across the bed. You never moved even from the squeakiness of the door. I moved in closer like a the in the night. You looked like you wanted to say something, but no words. it was your last breath of a good soul. A night i will never forget.
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Don't Do That
She was meant to be loved not to be abused. A woman. A man's other vessel that is needed for passion. Some men call them B_ _ _ _ _ out of self respect. A word that flows like a stream of water not knowing which way to go. Men we all have mothers that we came from the wound. Selfishly can one be not to remember that she done it on her own. Me i love the women that walks on shattered tears of a desperate cry. No role model can be more to me than a she. A queen with so much beauty and self pride. So think before you speak such nonsense. Don't do that.
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