

our loveShe was only nineteen when they first met She didn’t realize how she delighted his life,our love
Or much had he adored her Her eyes spoke only faith and truth There was no question in her mind That the future was supposed to be wonderful His heart flew with her eyes, full of confidence
Whenever she gazed and smiled Burst with happiness
He couldn’t take his eyes off her
He was only eighteen years old, still a boy He was fearless of how the world was changing Instantly, under the blink of his eyes He had done countless silly things but Every time he looked bac


and there is silence..I check in and search for the invisible ghost Even when I know all there was left is the shadow from the past A dark room with endless memories A closet full of reminiscencesand there is silence..
I shouted my lungs out in a silent movie because What am I supposed to say If you can really hear me
I hear the echo of my heart whenever I looked away And there is silence After fading,
You said
Too much silence since that day Everything else had become just
Too Loud
Voices speaking directly to my ear Not whispering Shouting Yelling &


NothingI was thinking that rain is nothing moreNothing
than water droplets that make up clouds. And when they come together in the sky; they fall down, one by one, splashing on your windshield with me beside you listening to whatever song was playing and you look over at me
during some romantic lyric and
smile with your hair in a pony tail, and I smile back, holding eye contact until you have to look at the road again,
with those clouds splashing down one by one.
"Whatcha thinkin’?"


Float This Poem in a Riverfor p.Float This Poem in a River
Sometimes the lights go so dim, baby.
Not that this is sorrow or a wish. But a starry night in my eyes floats a little brazen tonight. And I feel sea
breezes so far inland that I wonder what shapes God has taken this time. There's an "I love you"
gliding down from the moon, and an "I'll never leave now" sliding along the sand, begging to go unnoticed. Dogs bark
behind logs and logs of driftwood, wishing a "Let's go home" would wrap them in and they'd see some firelight.
Not that this is sorrow. Or much &


One SideLoving you is nothing compared to a dying candle. - Naeem PashaOne Side
No, only if you stay. I take words as gift now only from those who look like orbiting. I have grown stone in my chest, flowerpots, azaleas, and if you look like having too much
gravity, I'll take no syllables then either.
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Loving you is nothing. I could do it in my sleep, and have, then wake to another man, and still remember you were
better in my chest. Leaving you is easy -
I follow the mothers who leave
for the sake of themselves, to keep their sides from sp
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Love is my favorite food.
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Un artista è libero in ogni parola, ogni amore, ogni vera immagine reale.
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Something about today
makes me feel a little bit closer
to eternity...
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"To take a photograph is to align the head, the eye and the heart. It's a way of life." Henri Cartier-Bresson
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As a student, I am failing
with my byproduced illiteracy of a young soul
and not enough schooling
on love poems.
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Stock account: ~Simplicity-Stock
This shade of ordinary burns my eyes
simplicity, i despise
in simplicity i'm disguised.
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Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over, she became a butterfly.
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Do you still believe in stars?
*tangledseaweed ~ art / photos
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