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imadeitallup Jun 2014
The rain almost seemed alive as it scattered
from the trees and houses onto the hot ground.
It was cold.
The coupling of the two bore a thin, ghostly steam.
The night hugged her like a warm vignette.
She wore gypsy boots, a cowl hoodie, and a camera around her neck.
She liked the way the lights danced in the water.
As the steam lingered, as if hypnotized by the slick, black diamonds slowly dripping from the sky.
The music in her head, as does her voice, has no sound.
Not silent.
Not to be heard, to be played.
It is the only thing that moves her.
She almost seems happy when she's dancing in the rain.
Tonight, tonight.
imadeitallup Jun 2014
Just one bat of her lashes, and every neuron in my brain was conspiring to steal her heart. So I became a thief. I become a lot of things in an instant, the way a chameleon changes colors. Her heart was reduced to a jewel, courting became a heist, and possession was just the *** afterwards. She was nothing more than a crime. A terrible thing that I committed.
Inspired by a night with an unavailable soul mate.
  Jun 2014 imadeitallup
Muggle Ginger
Love like the sun
Loves the earth
Ever since they met
They dance every day

The sun makes the earth
Look on the brighter side
The earth gives the sun
A reason to wake up

Love like the earth
Loves the sun
Because the earth isn’t distracted
By the stars and the moon
  Jun 2014 imadeitallup
Joe Cole
On this day 70 years ago they stormed across the sand
Boys of many nations to remove the tyrants hand
Heros all those boys so young who shed their blood for us
In that ****** fight for freedom

Across the sand they struggled neath a hail of shot and shell
Never glancing backwards as around them comrades fell
Fear was in their eyes, terror in their hearts
Many never made it and twas on foreign sand they died

Yes they died to give us the freedom that we have got this day
They died to free the world, for us they made the play
Boys from ever walk of life crossed the beaches there
Office clerks and farmers and the ones who cut our hair

Yes they were heroes all who gave their lives for us
But lets not forget the few who made it possible
The girls who made the shells, the men who built the tanks
They were the unsung heroes
They have also have earned our thanks

Without their dedication to the task they had in hand
Many more would have lost their lives on that shell torn blood stained sand
They to can hold their heads up high, they knew they did their bit
In bringing freedom to the masses when they broke the tyrants grip
Afternote... nearly all 4,400 allied soldiers died on those beaches 70 years ago today
imadeitallup Jun 2014
Can we
just be
friends?
No, can
we *really?

until someone
comes in and
you're my
territory
again

I'll **** her.

Let me
teach you
a lesson
about addition
and subtraction
you can take
anything away
but attraction

*I'll **** her.
Everyone has an inner crazy *****. ;P
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