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Don't go running
at 1 am in L.A.
on same route
every night if you
do not want to
fight for your life.
 Feb 2018 anastasia nikos
Akshay
He just wanted to love her like the trees love water,
Just like the waves love oceans,
Just like the light that keeps a star so bright,
Just like the air that fills the breath,  
He prayed for that kinda love,
He was not aware that it was not enough to love her like that,
She is something else, a part of nature that heals itself.
 Feb 2018 anastasia nikos
Akshay
I guess it's true,
When you're in love with you,
The true love will find you.
That's the secret everyone should try to implement.
 Feb 2018 anastasia nikos
Akshay
She is a diamond, worth more than a soul,

She is a spirit, heart pure as gold,

A lesson, that she’s honest but it’s sold,

A hold, you belief once will come to life,

A time, which you hope will never come to an end,

She’s something, a force you cannot control,

The power of which you will never be sure,

She could be gone, you know you could never hold

What is she, a heart breaker or healer, God only knows,

But she’s amazing and always will be a purest form of love

which could ever be born and never gets old.

But now it’s over, you did what you could,

it’ll remain in your history, the times you never told,

Shes an angel born only for lucky souls.
This came out just after I told her how I felt about her, I'm writing this openly in a belief that it would heal my pain. Bit by bit, I try to heal.
Sam polished his buttons preparing to go to church
but he never arrived, meeting Baudelaire
on the hallowed steps; Baudelaire who couldn't
or wouldn't ever put his ego on the line by going inside;
instead talking Sam into paying for the hookers
if Baudelaire bought the ****** & coke;
Poe dreamt he was walking the Paris street with Loutrec
to the Moulin Rouge where he's never walked before ur
ballerina footsteps following them & Degas' following urs
to the famous nightspot where u get up & sing ur ragged
match girl songs becoming a highly paid singing-dancing
superstar; but back on the Montmartre
corner high a long way from the Moulin Rouge
u space-jump through the rings of Neptune's
eternal blue flames withholding reason w/ ur nightmares
of leaving Sheila where they left her the night before;
heterosexual & without diseases walking Dorothy
to the bus depot where she kissed her au revoir;
When I realized
u were a waste of
space I put a
chair in ur place
I can't even imagine what it feels
like to be *****. I had a friend
who was ***** and during the act
her ****** wore a ski mask type thing.
She said that was her only comfort
during the **** because she figured
the guy was going to let her live
if he didn't want her to see him. I can't
even imagine feeling that way.
words by Krista DelleFemine
once I was called an
honorary woman
by my lesbian poetry
teacher only once
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