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her gentle curls
playing upon the
crisp linens
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what i wouldn't give to smile as he
passed, hearing my name from his
stuttering lips,
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"Stop hanging yourselves!" I say to them
Looking up, from the comfort of the bed.
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by Kirs
22 lines, 1 comment,
on Oct 9 8:48 AM
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What a beautiful opaque day
the leaves are falling, they
create colourful impressions
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we were silent. Yet,
our hearts were still in motion.
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by Kirs
6 lines,
on Sep 3 7:23 PM
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by Kirs
7 lines,
on Sep 3 7:17 PM
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,let's wake up to the sounds of the city
.and the water rings gripping our eyes
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watching the seagulls play in the wind.
they're anything from lonely, i can tell,
they have each other.
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,the bulb above my head
.finally burned out
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,as the second hand stops
,everything follows
.and i am left detached
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And with little energy,
I curse the light
that still seeps through the sheets.
by Kirs
23 lines,
on May 22 12:44 PM
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I open the window wider.
The wind stretches,
like the ocean tide.
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,i like the way the exterior contrasts
,the green leaves on the birch trees
.and the street lights on every corner
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,i am growing heights
,like legs
;like limbs
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,you climb
,as we divide
.into hallow pumpkins
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You open your hear and--
Pound,
on the keyboard.
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;when i have too many
daily doses to prescribe
.and even more to ingest myself
by Kirs
24 lines, 2 comments,
on Apr 24 10:04 PM
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,and i try to think to myself
.but nothing comes to mind
.without her
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,but i'm not done
,naming the gum constellations
.i've discovered here
by Kirs
27 lines,
on Feb 15 4:44 PM
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express yourself and forget the time, turn the clock back three days from now,
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,there is classical jazz to my left ,and a mirror of a boy to my right
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Am I writing just to write?
Am I hunting for the sport?
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,i form clouds with just one breath
.writing love songs in the frost
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waking wide eyed and aching my head is on the floor
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,i am part of Deildartunguhver
.among everything evaporated
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,home is behind me now
,in your hands and heart
,pulled across your sleeve
by Kirs
23 lines, 4 comments,
on Dec 14 4:23 PM 2008. In Love, Thoughts, Life, Sad, Hope, Lost love, Longing, Message, Personal, Good
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It transcends us,
to seek our handsome foes.
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,the phone is ringing off the hook
.as romance leaves me no hope
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,the wind is beating my bones
,i feel them chatter ,quiver .shake
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