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How well do you know me?
Do you really know me at all? Do you know how I hate to cry? Or that I hide behind this smile? You claim that you love me, But do you know who it is you love? Do you know my favourite colour? Or how I like my eggs, That I don’t drink coffee, And prefer apple juice instead. How well do you know me? If you even know me at all. Do you know the thoughts that run through my mind? Like a speeding training waiting to get to its destination. Do you know what makes me laugh out loud? That my best friend is the most important person in my life How well do you know my sarcasm? And my likes and dislikes, How I spend my Saturdays, When im not with you. How well do you know me? Do you know me at all? How well do you know me? Do you know my aspirations and dreams? What are my wants and my needs? That my heart beats, Faster and faster when I see you How well do you know What it is I feel. I hope you know that it’s me that knows you. |
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Submitted about 14 hours ago
In your mind, there's a hint of disregard.
You wait for the chance to feel alive, to wash away the worse of who you are inside. ... continued |
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Submitted about 7 hours ago
My heart feels hollow My mind is lost ... continued |
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Submitted about 12 hours ago
The firefighters and the warlords has said
The was is over ... continued |
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Submitted about 7 hours ago
I want to write a poem, but I have not got
a pen. I will have to go to Burtree House farm. To get me a hen, most preferably a white one,from a white Leghorn hen. The feather and its stem, will be long straight and strong. Having to be supported by hand and wrist. To perform the task as the letters turn and twist. The feather pen is a symbol of mans creative mind. A method of scribing the words and sentences, that entered his mind. We know the feather pen can relate to work from long ago. Yes the work and talent, displayed on vellum and put on show. Yet the feather pen as a symbol can truely express. The creation of the pocket fountain pen, and the factory press. |
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Submitted about 19 hours ago
Once a sweet little chirpy bird
Came near my ear and whispered Forcing herself to be heard She started mincing her vocabulary word by word. So that to me it should be clear ... continued |
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Submitted about 10 hours ago
Since back then, when the prince was pronounced King
People would be bowing down and sacrificing offerings Just to satisfy him, and give him thanks for listening ... continued |
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Submitted about 21 hours ago
I loved you like a blind bird flying freely through the sky, never seeing the limits of its happiness, ... continued |
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Submitted about 22 hours ago
This cage around me
Full of delusions and despair The pretty bird won't shut up ... continued |
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Submitted about 21 hours ago
I could stand on every stage and scream these words in hope somewhere they'll be heard.
Someday you'll stumble upon them, Choking on their meaning. ... continued |
