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 Aug 2015 Vivian
Jasmin
She wanders,
guided by her lost soul.
She spills arts,
coming from her pure heart;
She writes words no one can understand,
yet she speaks it like it was kept in her mind
for so long, just waiting for someone to find it.
She is a masterpiece of her own,
but she has a heart of stone.
 Aug 2015 Vivian
Kat
Isn’t physically quick or agile.

Disappears in libraries.

Has been known to dissolve into the physical pages of books.

Is good at tucking herself into the stacks and retreating to reading nooks.

Blends in at coffee shops where her voice can be drowned out by the grinding and the steaming.

Can become indistinguishable in the dark of theatres, in the quiet shuffle of art galleries, the finger-snapping of poetry readings, the hum and jostle of the Tube.

Is indistinct. Adept at hiding in plain sight.
 Aug 2015 Vivian
PrttyBrd
Your beautiful soul deserves
so much more
than my shadows
8815
10w
 Aug 2015 Vivian
RW Dennen
Wood
 Aug 2015 Vivian
RW Dennen
There was once a carpenter's son;
he died by his stepfather's profession
about an item made of wood

He died by his stepfather's profession
carrying wood upon his back

He died by his stepfather's profession
with wood touching him
He died by his stepfather's profession
by wood with nails in skin...
Ironically this man of love and peace
who preached peace and
love knew about wood
by his earthly father;
died on wood...
 Aug 2015 Vivian
glassea
temporary
 Aug 2015 Vivian
glassea
she may hurt, but she is not pain.
she may fail, but she is not a failure.
she may be tragic, but she is not tragedy.

*she may feel worthless,
but this, too, will pass.
so it's always worth reminding people (i.e. myself) that just because you feel something in the moment doesn't mean that it's permanent. an emotion is an instant, no matter how long the ache lasts, and an instant cannot define you.

(thanks for the daily!)
The ravens watch from their trees
Barren dead branches, naked of leaves
The Winter chill hangs in the air
A solo walker makes his way, this night
An eerie light is cast on the tombstones
As if the cold moon is reaching down

He will always come here, in darkness
For the night sounds play the music
As amongst the grave, he dances alone
But then a mist rises from one particular grave
Beginning to take the form of a woman
The lost love he has missed for so very long

They come to dance, together once more
Watched by ravens and a thousand glowing eyes
Entwined in a gothic dance of the dead
Until once again, she will fade away
Vanishing back into the ground, whence she came
And a solitary figure of a man, walks away alone
Copyright © Chris Smith 2009
 Aug 2015 Vivian
Jacob Cuadro
Every word you speak I can see them flow,
Burning them to ashes digging them to the ground below.

Don’t waste my time and your breath for your filthy lies,
You can’t fool me I can see it in your eyes.

So you really like to play with people emotion,
And messing with their mind to make it one of your obsessions.

Take me instead and leave others alone,
Your words can’t break my bones.

Made of steel with lava of blood and a frozen heart.
Now it time for you to be taken apart.

Fed from the devil raised by the demons darkest army,
Where I take you to the place to feel so empty.

Your just like every wanna be out there.
As I speak my words poisoning the air.

Thugs that pretend to be hard, weak minded and never really that smart.
Murders that take away people breaths, angry and afraid from other people success.

****** never loved and a mind in lust. Making women’s felt helpless and confuse and these people should burn to dust.

Thieves’ greedy and selfish ways, jealous for what they don’t have as their happiness always decays.

These are the peoples that belong to me,
To bring them to place where I was born a place where they can’t hardly breathe.

No imagination can’t describe what shower of flames feels like,
A pain and screams echoing through every ear that no longer can’t fight.

Would you follow these foot step and do the thing they do,
If so I be coming for you.

**By Jacob Cuadro
 Aug 2015 Vivian
Adele
My Life
 Aug 2015 Vivian
Adele
I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.
(c) Adele
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