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I don't even know, what I'm pretending for
While pretending not to love you, I love you all the more.
 Aug 2015 Idiosyncrasy
Beaux
My love is not a rose for a rose be too common
My love is not one to be described as flowers
She is but a drop of rare rain to the desert plain
Something my heart can hardly contain
My love is not a rose, no
But an indescribable thing
My love is like the unseen rings of Saturn in the spring
For my wife
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Some
people say
there's only one
thing to remember
when digging yourself
into a hole, and that is to
"drop the shovel." I say that we
all must dig our own graves, but
"the deeper the grave, the higher the
hill, so I'm diggin' myself a mountain!
"
We're all given a shovel at birth and dig until
we cease in death. We are all gonna die one day,
and there's no need to understand the mountains we
make by climbing them. We must dig as deep as possible.

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The size of your                                                                         hill is
a symbol of your                                                                    legacy;
the size of the hole                                                          is a symbol
of your sense of duty                                                 to that legacy.
     Those who persist to                                             dig 'just enough'    
can afford to have one                                         foot in the grave,
but leave nothing but a                                      molehill; they are
just waiting around to die.                            Those that use their
time wisely on their path to                          death and persist in
their creating something much                  greater will establish,
           feverishly,      a      lasting
                \   legacy. /
So, I ask, which    stays    more
            noticeable  on the  sinking
                       horizon . . .

                                                       . . . a mountain or the
                                                             ­                       hole next to it?


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You whom lived before time existed  here O God.
You whom give us , so much that we deserve not.
You whom bless us like we are celebrities here.
For when we have you , we do not need money.
For when you bless us, we gain things without money.
Just like gaining cars, houses without any pay.
Showing the world , how much you have gave us.
Saving our lives, more times then we can even count.
To reveal to those around us just how real that you are.
If only the world would come to you as well in repentance.
Asking you to forgive their sins as well and turn away from the sins.
I want my words to be beautiful.
Beautiful like yours.
I want to see ordinary things,
Find the magic in them,
And put the magic on a page, for everyone to understand.

I want to have a way with words.
I want every poem of mine
To become a masterpiece.
Just like yours.

I am not broken.

But you are.

You see the world through pain,
And pain makes the colors brighter.
It makes the value of feelings
Climb higher.

Sometimes I wonder
If I should be broken like you
If I want my words to resonate
Like yours.

Sometimes I wonder,
If it will be truly worth it
In the end.

I wonder what it will be like,
To cut myself up to pour out the beauty inside me.

Just like you.

I imagine that you
Raise the blade
Slice your feelings open
And write your masterpiece
In red.
Can only sad people write good poems? Can only broken people find inspiration in anything?
 Aug 2015 Idiosyncrasy
lil j
I am still so in love with the person I thought you could be that I forgot to fall in love with who I've become without you.
 Aug 2015 Idiosyncrasy
Sannie
I can not describe how good it feels to fall asleep in your arms.
But I will try to anyways...
Sleeping next to you is what I imagine death will be like.
Now I know that sounds harsh, but think of it this way.
Whenever I lay next to you, my heartbeat slows down bit by bit.
My eyes close and my mind finally stops running.
I feel safe and loved and that's how I would want my death to be.
But sleeping next to you is also very dangerous.
It is like an addiction to me.
Because everytime I sleep next to you, it gets harder to fall asleep on my own.
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