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Love Me
Read my poetry like it is silk falling through your lips
And with those lips,
Kiss me at specific intervals.
Say that you like the way my clothes drown my shoulders and knees
And don't expect me to be happy all the time.
Understand the patterns of my tears
… Hold my hands when I cry,
But promise not to break my fingers.
And with those lips,
Kiss me at specific intervals.
Say that you like the way my clothes drown my shoulders and knees
And don't expect me to be happy all the time.
Understand the patterns of my tears
… Hold my hands when I cry,
But promise not to break my fingers.
Published 16th Jan 2011
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16th Jan 2011 3:25pm
this poem replaced my poem "sex and scoliosis" which i am very sad i had to remove. some people were being immature and deaming me too young. i am mature beyond my physical years. that poem was very personal and to have it slandered by some idiot is disheartening.
so heres this one.
so heres this one.
16th Jan 2011 5:03pm
screw what some idiot thinks that sex and scoliosis was very good re post it :) i didnt see what they wrote on it that would make you deleat it but fuck them they can suck a dick probably just mad that you blew there shit ass writing out the water and they were intimidated hahah bitches ya re post :)
some minds cant seem to grasp the greatness of moments beyond there reach
they just hope that in time they will be able to peek through the corner of retnas only sertain few are ment to.....
just carry on.... dont walk backwards in the sand and watch your footprints wash out by tides rolling in over them ...
continue to collect diming lighning bugs and butterflys with broken wings... mend them with your words ....
leave your mark deep on the bones of emery.... a knife with blunted tip.. dulled down to raise the threshold of pain ...to push the envelope ..
a daggered quill there to bleed out there hearts masses of judgemental lemmings destined to burrie there closed minds in the sand and wait for the tides to come rolling in
they just hope that in time they will be able to peek through the corner of retnas only sertain few are ment to.....
just carry on.... dont walk backwards in the sand and watch your footprints wash out by tides rolling in over them ...
continue to collect diming lighning bugs and butterflys with broken wings... mend them with your words ....
leave your mark deep on the bones of emery.... a knife with blunted tip.. dulled down to raise the threshold of pain ...to push the envelope ..
a daggered quill there to bleed out there hearts masses of judgemental lemmings destined to burrie there closed minds in the sand and wait for the tides to come rolling in
16th Jan 2011 9:17pm
i will :)
i didnt want those comments below it, so i'll repost it. thank you :)
16th Jan 2011 9:19pm
16th Jan 2011 10:54pm
well thats in the eyes of the beholder but your welcome i enjoi your work and i hope you dont let some jack ass detour you at all fuck them :) for me that would be like pouring gas on a fire already out of control ......
16th Jan 2011 3:36pm
I think there's a whole world in those last two lines; they're the sort of lines you could think hours on. The way love and destruction go hand in hand. (sorry to hear that you had to remove that other poem...I wouldn't let the actions of some idiot dishearten you: fuck 'em).
16th Jan 2011 9:18pm
thank you ! <3
the last two lines actually have a very personal connection and im glad they made you feel / think something :)
17th Jan 2011 3:28am
sorry dear for that... (i guess some people are just close minded like that...) but don't mind them too much, and heck Merda is right--
f*** 'em, :p and i really adore your words, keep it up!
f*** 'em, :p and i really adore your words, keep it up!
17th Jan 2011 6:52pm
