String of heartsA string of hearts Spans the distance Connecting me to you A road of love Paved with golden twilight I travel just for youString of hearts
To kiss your sweet lips To hold you close In the depths of dreamtime Together at last We are one
With open window I gaze out The starry sky twinkles A gentle reminder Of your sweet voice Your tender eyes The beauty you wear so well With all my heart With every beat You are my passion My everything
For every breath I take, I take three. The I The Love The
Just a thoughtAs time passes, Earth stops and starts, children become men, mold grows and dies on the bark of the tree outside in the yard, suns and moons die and are rebourn. Withering ages of time pronounce them selves as mortal souls. Living. Breathing. Dieing. This is my lagacy........Just a thought
TimeWhile time had ticked forward New moons and old have come and gone my thoughts have been with you in the haze of smoke and reality Do you remember? Do you know me? Do you remeber the nights? That turned into days? to dreams........Time
Poemwhen the dark falls when we scramble in the moonless night finding shelter when nonePoem
can be found pretending there is a place ....... when all the world is just a place a dream A dream we cant dream anymore ...... A world of plastic there is no need. no need to tell anyone where love is ...... Dust Life love You
Beauty still flows through you
As innocent as the virgin snow
Your voice remains with me
And my love for you will always flow ^^
Give me your number Ben ^^ I haven't talked to you in ages
Love ya, Brandon-
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The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
i think your poems are very nice! your writing style is cool ^^
have fun on dA and keep uploading stuff!
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Don't you think it's strange how we change?
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The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
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Re- examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem ~^*_*^~ Walt Whitman
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The women is perfected.
Her dead body wears the smile of accomplishment,
The illusion of a Greek necessity
Flows in the scrolls of her toga,
Her bare
Feet seem to be saying:
We have come so far, it is over.
Have fun and share some
& oh My page
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Have a look when u get some free time
And tell me what u think of it
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