

Promise--revisedPROMISEPromise--revised
ask me, and I’ll do this— when the leaves begin to rust I will climb each deciduous to scrape them green
and then everyone will know why the branches bend toward earth— they’re bowing to you


Another MoonlightAnother MoonlightAnother Moonlight
I wish we’d met in another moonlight. Evening air whispers what thoughts won’t say. At least the stars would know if we were right.
Uncertainty makes us see without sight. Isn’t doubt more hindering in the day? I wish we’d met in another moonlight.
Solitude lurks in shades of black and white. We question midnight when luck goes astray. Only the stars would know if we were right.
The dance of others steals our will to fight. These silhouettes would lack their shadow sway If we had met in another moonlight.
The risk
Loco
Devious Comments
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A man risked his life to write the world.
and you know why....
x
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shteffanos waz 'ere, '07.
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No, she is the beginning of all evil paths: alas for all who take possession of her, and destruction comes to all who take hold of her, for her ways are deadly, her paths lead to sin, her by-ways end in evil, her tracks in criminal wrongdoing. Hell.
For poems of such few words, it tells me everything. I love it.
~ That One Girl
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How you turn my world, you Precious Thing!
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-shane...
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