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The DemiseHouses fade into a backdrop of grey, amplifying the vast ambiguity of the day. Speeding past towns of destitute residents and financial hardships, the seriousness of each days work becomes more and more evident. Highway overpasses filled with homeless and gang decorated walls, these tunnels become the everyday art museums of the streets. Gangsters walk around in tall t’s with extra socks in their shoes, looking menacingly upon all oncoming people’s. Brick warehouses turned from personal storage to living quarters line the streets. Cutlass’ and Impala’s rule the roads, where being white is a disability, impound lThe Demise
by ~SpeechlessPoet
Three WordsThere are three words I’ve been wanting to tell you, But lets talk about them one by one. First come I,Three Words
Not as in me,
But us, like we, and they,
Together as one, I. And love, like L is lonely, Which is what I am with out you, And O is obsessed, cause I am over you. V is voluptuous, cause your curves make me wild, And E is for everything you make me feel. And you.
You are it, you are mine, you are all that I can spend Every waking moment thinking, and breathing, and tasting and seeing.
I and Love and You.
by ~SpeechlessPoet
Once More I FallWhat is this feeling, Of butterflies, and loves first kiss? Of You and I, We and Us? Of what emotion can such a feeling be prescribed. Not even the passing of time can be felt, Time stands still to watch us pass, For times hands point neither to loves start nor end, But only to times past and times to begin. Like a love stories ending kiss, The sky burns red,Once More I Fall
reflecting every moment off its glassy surface.
Unrequited love, and unforgiving touch, Too soon forgotten from lovers past, Makes us cautious to trust. But in you, And with you I wish
by ~SpeechlessPoet
Summer LoveBirds call in enthusiastic warbles, rejoicing at the suns return. The trees resound with a standing ovation as the gentle summer breeze wisps through them. Longingly I stare out my window, wishing to join others in folly activities of the heart. Couples walk hand in hand, whispering sweet nothings to and fro, and gaze deep into their partners eyes. What is it that they seek to find? A portal or doorway into a heart closed of from past heartbreaks, and malformed relations. Why try again? Why try to find the love that we so desperately seek when love seems to be that which damages us most. It must be something in the air. A simple reaction of sSummer Love
by ~SpeechlessPoet
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aw shit, it's voldemort! spriiiiiint!
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Speechless Poet - A man without his speech who uses his actions is stronger than a man who speaks boisterously, with empty promises. He is an Idea, and Ideas are bulletproof and do not bleed.
umm i dance 5 times a week, and i used to play Aussie Rules (AFL, google it)you play anything?
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aw shit, it's voldemort! spriiiiiint!
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Speechless Poet - A man without his speech who uses his actions is stronger than a man who speaks boisterously, with empty promises. He is an Idea, and Ideas are bulletproof and do not bleed.
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aw shit, it's voldemort! spriiiiiint!
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