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It is time for an AdventureTo fly To soar To catch the updraft of salty wind With the taste that reminds you of home Staring outside a frosted window At the squirrels gathering chestnuts for the cold While yours are warm by the fire.It is time for an Adventure
To duck To dive The plunge into the deep blue But not as deep as the sky Speckled with the kings of the past Watching you and your love slumber on the grass As they cover you in a blanket
To skip To leap Through the colors that meander past No longer hanging through the trees But instead create a mosaic Or hopscot


Gone FishingFishing for compliments and excuses And dirty trash Just to find them Washed up on the beach insteadGone Fishing
An old boot here A dead fish there A sonnet Of days washed past
I'd like to build a sandcastle From old bottles and hollow words Might I build myself a safe haven With foggy tinted windows


BreathingBreathing is easier when you are hereBreathing
Your in- hale to my ex- hale meets and glides
Dances softly in the Quiet


And dust returnI bled out a poem and tried to reconstruct youAnd dust return
From flesh to bone hoping to trace your outline
All I could feel was dust I ran dry
I cut deeper trying to quench my thirst
But that had evaporated also
I molded myself into your outline in my bed hoping we two could become one
But to dust I returned


Of post-its and tissues.I've always wanted to have someone who would write to me everyday... and I always dreamed of that girl who would inspire me in my poetry... even just sweet nothings on a piece of used tissue that is posted on the fridge... that special someone who would help me put in words my deepest feelings... &nbsOf post-its and tissues.


YouRare as a jewel, your type is one of a kind. Unlike any girl, a boyfriend isn't on your mind. But you are still a woman, a smart woman I should say. You have captivated me in your simple ways.You
Real and down to earth, your values are inspiring. And though you still deny it, you're really good at singing. Capable of staying awake even for long hours. How you can do that convinced me of your powers.
Every horror movie, you have almost seen. Listens to rock music and also loves Wolverine. Looking at you laugh always cheers me up. Even though life's unfair, you managed


GourmetIf the sincerityGourmet
of love
will be judged
like meals,
I will be untrue
because I don't know
how to cook.
I'm not good
at preparing dishes
and I suck
at distuingishing tastes
for the pen
is my only utensil
and words
are my lone ingredients.
But though I am bad at culinary arts
and I may end up being
your spoiled leftove
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If I ever meet myself," said Zaphod, "I'll hit myself so hard I won't know what's hit me.
My gallery : [link]
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There is no evil, there are only choices.
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"Life is a Banquet and most sons of bitches are starving to death!"
-Mame
"Love is me gently leading you back to yourself."
- Anon.
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"Life is a Banquet and most sons of bitches are starving to death!"
-Mame
"Love is me gently leading you back to yourself."
- Anon.
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In Our Darkest Hour
Will You Still Care?
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"Life is a Banquet and most sons of bitches are starving to death!"
-Mame
"Love is me gently leading you back to yourself."
- Anon.
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"Life is a Banquet and most sons of bitches are starving to death!"
-Mame
"Love is me gently leading you back to yourself."
- Anon.
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Soon as the evening shades prevail, The moon takes up the wondrous tale, And nightly to the listening earth Repeats the story of her birth. -Joseph Addison
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