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I smoke another cigarette while I wait
for you, still, for the late ambulance;
and my heart in my hands, the music
in my ears, and you, still, in the ambulance,
and me, without feeling a thing, waiting
to die.
for you, still, for the late ambulance;
and my heart in my hands, the music
in my ears, and you, still, in the ambulance,
and me, without feeling a thing, waiting
to die.
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Never forget
It occurred suddenly
Right before my eyes
You simply withered away
From this earth, gone.
Abundant tears fall
Down my baffled eyes
For I lacked the very time
To wish you a proper goodbye.
You were special to me
A grandmother yet so much more
Someone I looked up to
Someone I truly cared about.
I know you're probably
In a much better place now
Your suffering ended abruptly
And left us selfishly wanting you back.
I will never forget
These moments we shared together
I will never forget
Your memory will last forever.
I will never forget
For you were part of me
I will never forget
You still mean the world to me.
In my
Literature
Written Love
Italic represents the inner depths of our emotions, an endless well of truth. Within lies the rawest image of the self, the naked reality of vulnerability, doubt and discovery.
Will I ever find love? Am I destined to be alone forever?
It also depicts instant sparks of thought, blurted words mute to the world.
Shes cute! I wonder if she could ever like someone like me. Did she just smile back at me? Was she being polite, or
?
Bold equals bravery, chance and gamble; the lion heart in which shaky words express daring suggestions, challenging the fate of solitude.
Want to go for a coffee sometime?
Can I c
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.vesta
.
It is time. We feel the pull of summer along our spines
as we head into hibernation. Bed is short respite for our leaden limbs,
our singed hair. The air aches with the wait of it, where the embers
click and sing like crickets. Snippets of sound from the underground.
"This," someone says, wide-eyed with awe, "is what the insides
of the earth look like" - the world beneath, struck through with
dragons' teeth, pocked with open sores. The slit smile of the crater
in a slack jaw. Our scarred skies are littered with lights, many
mechanical suns spun into the ceiling, glinting like electric sequins.
And in the middle of it all, where our
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Originally in portuguese.
26/7/2010.
26/7/2010.
© 2010 - 2024 sm26
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So much in so few words. Astounding.