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Please
do not hate me
for my weakness
(the way that I do)
Do not despise me
because I bruise easily
Please
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
And when my beauty
which once lured you
is marred by
the pain of dark blue
Please
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
Do not turn your back
if this mess
tests your patience
in the heat of the moment
for that is the moment
I will need you the most
Please think no less of me
(the way that I do)
For needing you
For wanting you
to love me
please
think no less of me
(for that is one thing I can't ever do)
do not hate me
for my weakness
(the way that I do)
Do not despise me
because I bruise easily
Please
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
And when my beauty
which once lured you
is marred by
the pain of dark blue
Please
think no less of me
(the way that I do)
Do not turn your back
if this mess
tests your patience
in the heat of the moment
for that is the moment
I will need you the most
Please think no less of me
(the way that I do)
For needing you
For wanting you
to love me
please
think no less of me
(for that is one thing I can't ever do)
Literature
duet
The earth is not perfect in its circumference,
it wobbles and shudders as it sings,
with pitched layers of atmospheric frequencies
and deep molten throbs.
Each person makes a noise that drowns out the
sound against a tsunami's thunder.
Do they ever know the song before it's too late,
or go mute long enough to know the words.
When you and I are together, we quietly hum in
hopes of hearing it in tune, of being a duet in sync.
When we can't, we touch; the friction of bodies
become tuning forks vibrating with the tides,
of bird and beast migrating by the silvery tines of
stars, to the music of our only home.
Literature
Where the world makes sense
I let my head on this pillow, everytime I sink
Where all the heavy thoughts rest and the heart sings
Between the world's pain and my agony, there is a place
I close the eyes, I breathe, I rise and I'm there again
I am the same child again,chasing the summer breeze
Carrying all the colorful dreams on my shoulders
With eyes as big as the waves, and a heart where birds nest
There, where every butterfly takes colors from my palms
And the thirsty deers come drink from my spring
There where the world made sense
I am there, and the restless mind is home for peace
When you told me joy had features and a face, my face
I touch the sandy be
Literature
Does It Bother Your Mind The Way You Bother Mine
It could be defined as this unintelligible sympathy, refined
and infinitely describable. Words are a feeble comparison.
My speech is slop, fecal matter. Repulsive residues spew from ineffective
communication. And you're speaking, but what the fuck are you saying?
To be wrong.
It may run deeper than that, an invasive core crowding the marrow of your bones.
Humiliation in strength, pungent structure uniting beneath sinuous muscle and
skin. Imperative awareness skittered across pa
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I have two specific historical people in my head while reading this xD Wonderful job!