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Beautiful Creature, Impressed are you? In being greatly honest, I almost gave in last Friday and disconnected my heart from each of its valves to place it in a box to store it away into the catacombs of the forgotten. Don’t think of me as being overly poetically dramatic. Things were really building up and were getting the best of my emotions. I could not help but let my emotions take over me for the moment I was feeling them.

As strong as I look and portray myself to be; Yes, I do cry heavenly. I felt the strong urge and needed to. I felt a little better after I cried and fell asleep. It has been said that crying is healthy. I’m a person that can usually hold back my tears. But, I think because I am getting more wiser; my emotions have gotten stronger. I even cry when watching certain movies, television shows, and listening to music that’s overly emotionally dramatic that I can’t help the feeling…

Do you cry like I cry?

I could be wrong, but I screened shot a photo profile of another person’s face that looked identical to your’s only difference… is this person put’s their war paint on. I’ve taken notice that you don’t wear any war paint. And that’s fine with me. I love your face. Don’t be bashful to show it off. I look at that picture on the day’s that I don’t see you. Although, I do see you when I look at that picture. It helps me coupe a little. Bear with me that I do feel and hurt.

I just look back and think that if we had kept going like the way we were going before when we only knew that we secretly had feelings for each other. I just wonder from your perspective if you would have continued to talk me face to face? You had distanced your self for a bit completely almost hiding from me. You thought that you were being too up front with the way you felt in my presence. You didn’t want to lose the communication we had progressed to have as well not losing my presence, either.

But now, I hope that we will try to work on talking to each other face to face, again.

I’m actually proud of myself for initiating that I have feelings for you. I am happy that I communicated back with the few small gestures that I gave to you in order to acknowledge your subtle hinted gestures. Really…No time could be better for us. Acting on what we feel is perfect instead of going silent and standing still for all the wrong reasons.

I’d rather that we both be on an understanding that we have LOVE for each other than the thought being “Lost in Space.” To Be Continued… -DK

Spirit Guide though I can not see you with my eyes

I know you are the only reason I am still alive

Spirit Guide protecting me when in the lions den

Where I can not hide,wiping the tears away when I

Cry, spirit Guide though I can not see you with my

Eyes,I know you are always by my side...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I am feeling lost

And afraid, forever, forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today...

Spirit Guide take my hand and lead me back to

The ancient place I come from,help me to understand

My connection better to the great one,is it through

The eyes of the eagle,the bear or the wild cat

Give me the strength I need to leave the past behind

And find peace of mind,no looking back,no more

Looking back...

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray today

With every step I take please show me the way

Be near,calm my fears when I'm feeling lost

And afraid,forever,forever and always

Spirit Guide hear the prayer I pray,hear the prayer

I pray today!

I thought it would be me

Stuck in that place

I apologize that you feel

Like you have to chase

I don't fancy games

Or not being clear

Have fought this whole time

And still want you near

You say no more

You don't want that with me

I feel it deeper

And I cant choose to unsee

The energy still fiery inside

You should be here

Right by my side

It's a magnetism I've never know

But if you say it again

I'll leave you alone

You are it

the one

You see

You're equipped

With the woman I need

But it's grander

More beautiful even

Please don't shut me out

No matter the reason

Day after day

I have still chose you

Through distance, through struggles

Infinitely true

Don't give up

It's not what we do

As I circle

My beautiful Goob

Dear…

Perhaps you packed my memory away
and labeled the box Deceased,
then buried every tenderness
until your mind found peace.
Good for you. Truly. Marvelous.
I’d like that talent too,
because life keeps delivering packages
containing pieces of you.
Mutual mouths mention things
they probably shouldn’t say;
places resurrect an afternoon,
songs dig up past memories somedays.
I never ordered any of it.
I’ve checked the receipt twice through.
Apparently fate has confused my address
with the cemetery of you.
Still, I won’t return to knock
upon a door I once walked through.
Some reminders aren’t instructions
sometimes memory simply proves
a heart can leave a person
before their echoes leave you.

—
KK

Behind closed doors,
the tears and screams.
Duskworn nights
spent battling your dreams.

People you know turning on you,
cornered by blank faces with
menacing cackles and smiles so fake,
covered with a sheen of sweat
as you jolt awake...

Go on, look into the mirror,
take a peek at who you’ve cremated.
Is that even you?!
Look at the monster they’ve created.

Remember?
Tears streaming down,
as you tried and tried.
It was only a matter of time though,
before you shrivelled up and died...

You’re a soulless body,
risen from the dead,

People inch away from you, afraid.
But who’s gonna tell them?

Monsters aren’t born,
they’re made.

Same old cliché.
Right person, wrong time, wrong me.
Yes, me.
Things tend to revolve around me
including destruction.

I liked you. I really did. I hadn’t in the longest time.
You were just my type. Just right.
Exactly what I needed. What I need.
You brought back the warmth in me. The need to care.
You did need me to take care of you. And I wanted to.

You embraced my dreams, my tastes, my mannerisms, my control.
You saw your future with me. You trusted me.
And I’m so sorry I couldn’t meet you where you were.
I still don’t think I can. And I lament that.

Every now and then I fear us crossing paths again. I pray you don’t notice me; I’d be too ashamed for that.
I meant the words I said, I wish I could’ve manifested them into reality. However I made promises I knew I couldn’t keep. And for that I cannot ask forgiveness for I was well-aware of what I was doing.

You saw your future with me.
I knew you’d never be in mine.

I never saw your fire.
I didn’t stick around to see your rage.
Your sweetness makes me think you’d hand me your heart once again.
I’d rather be wrong.

Spending time with you made me feel good.
Your pickup line was something I’d never expected would turn us into something.

Temporary.

But something.

But it was all about me getting to feel again.
That warmth, the caring nature of mine.
You were fragile and I handled you like a piece of porcelain.
Until I disappeared.

You knew I would. Didn’t you?
No. I think you believed me.
Poor you.
I ain’t worthy of your trust.
I ain’t stable enough; nor brave, nor mature, nor…

I’m a coward.
I am a maniac who knows too well how to turn any table, manipulate any mind… lead you wherever I want you to go.
But how pathetic of me. I can’t take control over my own life.

I taught you to stay under my control.
You didn’t even need to be tamed.
But I did.
You surrendered and I calculated.
Each second, very aware that I’d leave. Very decided I would.
l didn’t want to but I knew there was no way I wouldn’t.

I couldn’t meet you where you were.
And I still can’t.
And I lament that.

— Crownless.

And when it’s over,
Where do i put the love?

The martyr, the devil, the god,
You’re gold,
All the shimmery things they talk about, and all the bloody, bloodless wounds I’ve endured,

If I could have, I’d have flown across the sky for you to hold,
I need you to hold,

I was born half, heartbroken,
Half of me is you,

But you’re born cursed too, like a god you walk on streets of gold,

And like a beggar I’m afraid to depart too soon.

So I was thinking of building a community where we can share our favourite poetries or even just some lines from classic literature.

Like Franz Kafka, Fyodor Dostoevsky, Rilke, Bukowski, Edgar Allan Poe, Emily Dickinson, Sylvia Plath and many more of our favourites

Because sometimes you read one line from a book or poem and it just stays with you, and you want to discuss that with someone…

and I thought it would be nice to have a place where people can share those lines and talk about them.

What do you guys think?

If you only knew my beautiful creature that I have the same thought’s and fears just as you do. I wish that you would come and see me instead of it always being myself coming to see you. But, I know that you never would.

You long to see me and I come…same place you and me met “where we both stand.” But then, that’s it. I drive 66 miles back home thinking am I wasting my time? Am I putting too much effort to try to gain your affection?

I feel that I have laid out most of my cards on the table for you as much I can. When I made the Reddit account, it was originally to CALL OUT my prior employer because of the careless investigation that was placed upon me that turned on me as a retaliation tactic that caused my separation from my last job. I still was very new to Reddit and all of its functions.

You seem to be much more knowledgeable of this website than me on here that you are able to really hide yourself. I had a feeling that you had an account, so that’s when I gave you my username and other information in the little note that I placed in your hand. That’s when the fear between both of us disclosed.

Reddit was only for us to talk here and there in the possibility that we couldn’t reach one another on each other’s actual phones. But now, that’s how you want to communicate. So, I continue to try. You recently sounded so gloomy and unhopeful of me and us. That’s even if I caught the right message most recently. I don’t know exactly who you are when you send a message out into the universe.

I have only caught the little hints you send in your messages with colors, pictures, and things you say. Again… your messages are never sent directly to me, so I know who you are and I can respond promptly. There are so many other people on this website that are fortunate, misfortuned, misguided, needy, clingy and even sound a little like us it’s insane and drives me MAD. I get so confused and tired of reading the same feeds trying to find YOU.

I shared with you already that I have to wear glasses now in order to see fine print on my phone, computer, IPad, and sometimes driving to help with the blurriness when my eye’s become tired.

I know that there is something that makes you uncomfortable because of it being your first experience. I know what that is and what it’s like. I don’t try to push the envelope to help talk to you about the subject. But, I have been trying to be respectful to you and only let you tell me what you’re comfortable telling me. I could even be totally wrong, but then again I respect you.

I don’t know if it’s for the reason that you have certain friend’s or even family on here that you avoid having contact with me directly. You don’t want to meet me anywhere in the middle to talk to you physically. I threw some idea’s out to you that bit me in my Butt several messages back.

Now, I have just been trying to be careful in what I say in my messages because sometimes I think that you don’t understand and take what you read for something, else. Like I really don’t care and only show up and write back to you at my convenience as like we’re living in a fantasy world like nothing wrong.

Again, I love to be jokeful and happy in my messages. I just have been trying “what I think is right” and “safe” to just get a rise out of you. But, I truly don’t know how you feel when you’re reading my messages. I have read and had it sent into the universe by you responding that my messages don’t add up or match to what I say. So that leaves me confused. I wish that I could just see the expressions on your face.

If only you knew and were in my body on a day to day basis. To be continued… -DK

Well and something seems to be missing here in my cottage at the bottom of the Blue ridge mountains and a crystal clear blue stream, when the night falls My lonely heart calls but now I can only see your face in my dreams...

In my cottage of candle lit windows, firelight casting off the silhouette of dark shadows, in my cottage I am up for hours and hours on end reminiscing when, just sitting here drowning in my tears, creating my own false fears in my cottage, in my cottage I haven't left in years...

Well maybe I am just like some old hermit not quite in touch with reality, a broken hearted fool gone crazy, they say we always hurt the ones we love the most but how do you reason with a ghost, oh and when the night falls My lonely heart calls staring at your picture on the wall....

In my cottage of candlelit windows, firelight casting off the silhouette of dark shadows, haunted by the memory of you spending hours and hours on end sad and confused, just sitting here and listening to the knock of a cold winter's wind trying to come in, in my cottage lost in a dream, drowning in my tears creating my own false fears, in my cottage, in my cottage I haven't left in years...

Just an old hermit and a cottage by a river and a valley below just an old hermit and a cottage with candle lit windows.

Era doce menino, mas tinha um defeito:
nunca errava, visto que, para corrigi-lo, 
não podia ter errado.

Premissa simples, e de simples aplicação:
como podia o professor corrigi-lo 
se, no seu terno, ainda faltava abotoar um botão? 

a diretora o chamou, 
Por que não entregou a lição?

Olha, diretora, a senhora deixou sua bolsa no chão.

Qualquer trabalho em grupo 
não precisava fazê-lo
já que seus colegas
catavam meleca com o dedo.
Anos passaram 
Os colegas já não catavam mais melecas
Quando conversava com chefe:
Mas todo o dia você chega atrasado

Entendo, chefe. Mas e o Joaquim, que faltou por causa do resfriado?

Por fim outros anos se passaram
Já não havia chefes ou empregados
Com a médica dizia
Estou doente por causa desses remédios que me deram. Sempre tive saúde ótima. Vocês que me adoeceram.

E, quando a hora chegar, diante de Deus
com certeza vai encontrar algo fora do lugar

Hair like a willow, take good care.
Walk straight and narrow, hyper-aware.
Play music, be mellow, lay her there.
Don't ask what's below, don't you stare.
She knows, you know. Who will dare?
She will. Follow. What do you wear?
Hands up! throw all those clothes in the air.
Soft like a pillow, love her there.
Your faces glow, caresses, fair.
You give and you borrow, breathe her air.
Sleep 'till tomorrow, she'll be there.

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