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GIFTS OF WRITING | |||||||||||||||||
An array of poetry type gifts. | |||||||||||||||||
I do put up poems that are not about me as well as songs, please send some! | |||||||||||||||||
A wonderful collection of poetry. I strongly encourage you to read it if you have not done so already. Jade Sky is a dear friend of mine, but liek the sky -painfully out of reach. | |||||||||||||||||
JadE SkY | |||||||||||||||||
These are two poems that were written about me in a coffee shop on a rainy day by two differnt people I had just met. | |||||||||||||||||
Dark Lady, deep + whole + soft with hair that flies out like ravens wings your anger + sadness fly out like manic flocks of crows scattering black feathers your eyes are jagged and piercing like white glass you always were the darkest of the angels w/all the beauty + grace of the jungle when you sigh it is as full and moist as the lustful, swollen night hot in my mouth |
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Black beauty, why are you crying so? through the silence I can see your discomfort I would give you my hand and pass on my happiness so that you too may shine the beauty in your eyes appears like diamonds upon the tides decent. a voice so soft as youth takes me back to my childhood that special feeling of carefree days that overwhelms me as your hair brushes past my face and we walk while talking about nothing words appear that scream at me to tell you the tall of your beauty through my eyes I don't care what you may say or that I feel that you are beautifully unbroken are these words still unproper? |
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This poem was written about me by a one-of-a-kind freshmen I know. Thank you very much minion. | |||||||||||||||||
The Strawberry Purple Muffin Angela... Like a strawberry plant in early June. Sweet. Untouched. Ripening. Green as the grass around her. But not the same shade as everyone else. Angela... Like the color purple glistening in the fields. Eye-catching. Blooming. Desirable. Sitting in a Peir 1 vase on your dining room table. But not in the same Peir 1 vase as everyone else. Angela... Like a muffin you eat in the morning. Wheaty. Flavored. Mushroom-esque. Being eaten and washed down with breakfast blend coffee. But not the same breakfast blend as eveyone else. |