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Unexpected LostViolins play with my heartstrings. Gaunt with sadness in my face. How once I was in your grace. Unexpected to handle such things.Unexpected Lost
I remember that look in your eyes. The anger disdain you felt inside. Within my soul I knew of our divide. Pitifully I did nothing to stop your cries.
The passion of love no longer clings. Tormenting ourselves with each embrace. In your eyes I see my own disgrace. How the knife slices away at my heartstrings.
So long ago in those days of demise. Violins play tunes of lost love, That I so long ago gave it a shove
by ~amfoghar
Childhood MagicCascading dreams fill the air. Adventuring lands of pure fantasy, While we seek out to share, Long forgotten treasures.Childhood Magic
Maps we've made show us the way. Sailing forth in distant islands. While the ocean waves sway, Us towards bizarre worlds.
Adventure fills our eyes! Imagination from our hearts, Sing with ten thousand fireflies. Magic with each thought.
As moonlight shines on our beds. Dreams slow down as sleep take us, To fluffy pillows to lay our heads. Awaiting the next day for adventure.
by ~amfoghar
Dewarped Unweft Pure BeautySpiraling in disarray, Moons rise and fall. Leaving only a beautiful day.Dewarped Unweft Pure Beauty
Beauty stitched into a wall. People stare with open minds, And with mystic awe.
In such graceful finds, Art as this is truly pure. Beauty as this reminds;
Me how it lures, Us into a cosmic grip of joy. This art will forever endure.
by ~amfoghar
Wilting Flower Of LoveNights when love was once pure. Seem only to wilt under the moon. Cruel to never know a cure.Wilting Flower Of Love
The petals of love fall in swoon. Each kiss is taken away by the wind. How can the heart be attune?
Falling into a state of chagrined. Love, my dearest romantic flower, Alas tainted by the sinned.
Awaiting for the finial hour. Could there be hope for love? If so, let it please empower.
I will go beyond and above, To nourish all possible hope. This cannot be the end my belove.
by ~amfoghar
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Member of *writingclub sense August 2009
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.”
John Lennon (1940-1980)
And the sign said "long haired freaky people need not apply".
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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“If everyone demanded peace instead of another television set, then there'd be peace.”
John Lennon (1940-1980)
And the sign said "long haired freaky people need not apply".
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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chase this light with me?
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The worst fate of a poet is to be admired without being understood. ~Jean Cocteau
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If all is fair in love and war does that mean it's legal to shoot my partner????
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