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Your Smile Lights Up This...Your smile lights up this darkened room And though I mustn’t steal a glance, My eyes are drawn over to you.Your Smile Lights Up This...
Though well I know it shan’t be true, This foolish, fanciful romance, Your smile lights up this darkened room.
I could not bear it if you knew - This fleeting glimpse I should not chance. My eyes are drawn over to you.
For now, there’s nought that I can do But try and hold a stoic stance. Your smile lights up this darkened room.
I try to keep them far and few, My glances dancing some slow dance. My eyes are drawn over to you.
by ~straybuttons
TheftFalling in love, Theft is the greatest sin of all. And to be stolen: Unforgivable.Theft
Don’t tell me my rights As I have none, Just like the rights were all mine When I was stolen from.
by ~straybuttons
Dice GamesHis soul was made of rubber When the devil came dressed in flesh And the devil, he took my number And then twice he rolled a sixDice Games
I’m cornered in my bedroom And the walls are closing in I’m too tired, oh so tired
I want to meet that special one Who just might break my heart But I can’t be playing risk when I know the outcome And I can’t rely on the universe to save me From the same mistakes repeatedly And words are just words and the meaning is empty
My soul is made of paper And the devil comes disguised He could be just around the co
by ~straybuttons
Tracing CirclesHow to start when it's all left unsaid How to end when it all begins again I don't know when I turned around But the road's familiar now Where do we go from here? Where do we go from here?Tracing Circles
What to say when the words feel like ice How to roll when we're playing with tainted dice Where to step when I don't trust my feet The path's unstable beneath me Where do we go from here? Or is it just me from here?
And I have cried all my tears, but I fear That you’ll draw more from me, and I have felt Everything (left to feel) But I hold my head up high
by ~straybuttons
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The StoryShe took her head out of the deep earth To watch the green, the blue, The red and the yellow surround her. She smelled the sunshine, Listened to the icy winds. The waters of the Earth washed her. She grew up; got older, and older. Wisdom, patience And the experience of long years Filled her veins.The Story
One day, they came. They looked at her, sat down in her shade Drank some water and rested. Then they got up, took their saws out And scattered the wisdom, The patience and the experience On to the ground. They loaded what was left from her &n
by ~oaydin
Linguistically SpeakingWhat's spoken is in words and ideas, Not in emotions themselves. They are like another language, Bottled, left upon the shelves. All words become are poems, novels, Interpreted but unexplained. The artist is only the speaker Digressing you from what they say. Words are useful, helpful, needed, For math and watching baseball games. However, they lack much use Communicating loves and pains. Now there's one thing undecided, Which language do we like best? But fear not for they have spoken, We will follow like the rest.Linguistically Speaking
by ~UmBReLLa-Inc
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and i liked your poetry, keep it up
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This predilection towards unreality
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there's nothing else to do, so why the hell not? resistance is futile.
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there's nothing else to do, so why the hell not? resistance is futile.
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