

courageheaviest shadowed throng behind the now-small man with their plumed exhaltions freezing him in placecourage
what he lacks in braun and dexterity of his hands to the wind he casts caution and turns around to face


potepoetry is dead language languid in its own pool of blood slain by none other than the writer him or her self some feet away in a similar predicamentpote
with no ulterior motives we doubt it was accidental
possessiveness? maybe if they couldn't have it or have affection returned, then no one would have
how they loved poetry and how it didn't seem to care thus resorting to solicitation, stalking, and general know-how about them, uncomfortably retrieved
poetry wasn't wanton single for god kno


black tangoSure has been a long time. I see you now and saw what was - now seemingly divided. Your intentions obscure, I procure wonderment if there are any remnants of longing still withheld. And I still wonder if you want me. False passion maims the words. Yet it is the hidden kind that burns out the one who hasn't finished. Are we not lovers albeit silent? Forever staring each other downblack tango
in this black tango which we began. Divided by a cold, ghastly, ghostly wall of uncertainty, progress, and bypass. Our facades humidified
as intense heat hits the cold.


cragrecite your maudlin poetry to whoever is there to care but I am here: a distant onlooker, a bearer to the feigned shrieks of terror and emotional error mortal words - not devilish nor saint I look away when the mirages all become less quaint vitality clearly not wrung out of their owner's form and when the storms come to fill their sandboxed dunes the illusion will fade; the colour will drain and dissolve it is what makes the deserts blue and cold inhospitable..crag


Came and wentHe came and went and never even realized how I felt.Came and went
He looked me in the eyes, he held me close, he spoke words of care and understanding and yet he never noticed
how my heart skipped a beat and my mouth went dry, my cheeks hot and my breathing shallow.
And I stayed silent and cried only when I was alone.


SunriseIn your eyes, I see the sun rising and I wake up from an endless night.Sunrise
From your lips I get the air I breathe, from your heart the rhythm mine beats.
~ Carina
thanks for the words.
how about yourself? it's been a long while.. I know that. hope you're better off than I.
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I am working as well lately, it's trainee service stuff. Hehe. So I know the feeling about not being able to be creative and get the inspiration you need to write/draw
trainee service? for what?
and creativity is slowly coming back. I'm seeking advice from the romantic in me I thought was dead. thanks for the root-on though. heh
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As a graphic designer sorta
Nice to hear your creativity is coming back, I wish mine would as well ;; I miss being really creative and just forget the time and just draw
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