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LOVE THIS MOVIE/MANGA
so sad that its dead here so heres a song
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hhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaaaaaaappppppppppppppppppppppppppppppyyyyyyyyyyy bbbbbbbbbbirrrthsaaaaaaaayy
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Opaque forgiveness
I can’t see the light,
Like looking through frosted glass,
Filtered through a screen that I can not grasp,
It wouldn’t open,
It wouldn’t budge,
It was stuck,
It was wedged,
On an old burnt out grudge.
My eyes wide open I can not see!
Through the grey of uncertainty.
I can not touch it,
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The Balanceing act
I love the shades of grey.
The charcoals,
The gunmetal silvers,
The Smokey depths of a mind.
It calms,
It sooths,
It saves,
Not white, to pure
Not cold and self-righteous.
Not proper and distant
Not rigid and ordered
Not black, thick and inky.
Not hot and uncertain.
Not passionate and suffocating.
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Possibly Probably
I think quite possibly,
That I’ve probably,
Fallen for you.
The tears in your eyes,
Makes your smile shine.
The radio plays a song about,
Sweet summer time.
And how maybe, you might become mine.
But, until then I wonder
When is the right time,
To tell you.
I’ve possibly
Probably,
Almost certainly fallen for you.
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Poems Sidewalk chalk
Scraped knees,
And candy kisses,
Sticky hands and near misses.
Giggles in the summer heat,
The year was 1993.
Accidental, afternoon sprinklers,
Ice cream trucks,
A game of tag,
And little toy trucks;
Were the things I loved so much.
But those things are in the past,
It’s a good thing that memories last.
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Dust
Dust
Time is an indiscriminate thief that ravages all who walk the earth,
Leaving only ashes & fading memories for those who are left to weep,
Look to the sky for answers you shall never find.
And to your friends who will also fade to ash, crumbling around you.
But, hold dear these words of comfort they whisper to you,
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A CHORUS
A Chorus
I am so tired.
The world is Deaf.
The chaotic patterns of modern life have Drown out my words,
My thoughts,
With all their overly complex Noise and Schedules.
Can no one appreciate a silence?
The tenderness of a breeze?
The simple tune of those “annoying morning song birds?”
I believe there is beauty in this simple design ( Read more... )