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After you I spent years looking for love.
For someone to fix what had been broken
But I was wrong.
If you look for love when you are broken,
All you will find is broken love.
It's not really late to say
I know now.
How flowers grow,
How earth is moving
How you are moving
How I am still.
And still I look
For signs,
I had lost something
Lost at sea it was not
I set sail but all I found were people lost
Some were following a captain
Their actions commandeered by one voice
But many were by their lonesome
I'm having this dream where I'm driving,
and then, of course, you come along.
I have never met you but I bet that because
I saw you in my dream we are bound to meet someday
It is a question
answers is
many thing about...
But
breath to breath
enjoy at live
god is dance
with you!
Stop your breath
anything nothing
god is always that...
Who am I?
Do I let you define me, no!
It's my heart and soul that carries me.
I am resilient and full of character.
i am who i am
Such gallant knight went down in flightsuccumbing to the shadow lured to his death by whisper's breathwhile seeking El Dorado. Came the shade within the glade
In the parched places I pausedfor a cool refreshing draft and found myselfdown to my last drop but you were thereto give me drink to energize me
A mask, a guise
A role to play
Beneath them all
A vast array
Of people, thoughts,
Of all clichés
The question is not what am I looking for in a school, its what a school is looking for in me.
A rush of iced ocean beneath my feet,
Whirr of the helicopter in time with my heart beat.
Clad in orange, and goggles too,
If Time passes like the wind
is it really that Important?
If people die every day
do their lives even mean a thing?
Why are we even here
if we will just pass away someday?
Why are we existing
I never thought
I’d be here now
But I always knew
I’d find you somehow
Still, the cease of
the smile on my face
Brings me to believe
That I’m still not in the right place/
It is hunting season and I must be the deer
My huntsmen finds me and shoots without fear
It hits but does not hurt and I do not die
The reason of this I’m not sure why
I fall from shock but it’s a soft landing
(poems go here) Blinding winds
Separate from all others,
Put out your arms
Try and find the end
The goal
The howl
Filling your head, steeped in whirls of thought
The cold presses in
Most of the people I have known have thrown me to the curb, saying don't come back.
The ones that were there for me; I had to leave. I searched through every group:
