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softenedthe sky whispers,
ribbons of crystalline quiet,
same shade as the angel dust
you shivered every time we were
alone.

in the darkness, we were
sorry birds searching for
open dawns. you, the
swan, me, the
raven,
black as night and
just as hopeful.

and there were poems
written in your skin, universes
blooming in your hands; your eyes
were a December sunrise saving me
from any sleep.

I’ve decided that
people are a composition of
all their greatest memories—and you,
you were always the most
beautiful piece of
me.
Mirror, Mirror on the wallMirror, mirror on the wall.
Forgive my vandalism.
Let not a thousand curses fall.

She needed to stop catching colds from smiling at her reflection in pouring rain.
While needing me to be more than her favorite tv show on black screens.
So I came to her, the one she considers the most charming of them all.

And I know it’s bad luck to break a mirror.
Yet these two souls unluckily found each other.
So the glass shall do nothing more than continue to fall.

But mirror, mirror on the wall.
If I must die young,
Tell her that she’s the fairest of them all.
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea
LongingIt is far too lascivious and cruel,
the way the glint in
your unnerving stare commands me to come hither
yet your lips
keep pulsing with isolated, rigid greetings
like you were pushed to a dare of some sort.
But still, I know better
by the sometimes welling that form at
the corners of your eyes
- which you try your best to hide, and
by your ocean-deep sighs that
your longing goes past your matting lashes
and mascara tinted tears.

It is never easy, hiding
everything I desire inside of little words
like "Hello" and "Goodbye" when
all I really want to do is let it out,
set it free, and
chain myself to your everything
with words I shouldn't spea
AirI want to lose myself
in an illogical need
for love.

I want to remember
to forget
how to breathe.

What is Air
if not you?
Warm BodiesNothing around but air to pierce the quietness that surrounds the grace of these lustful souls,

Clouding together with interchanging hearts going along with the musing beats, tones of which

Knock the desolate sounds of blood, coming together sliding back and forth like oozing drips of

Honey such a pastoral scene hidden beneath the charm of the shadows, from which love abides

Like a melody composed of two lovers, only now to see lights fading away, with feelings going far

Away with such perception, what deviant ways perceive as to disregard, and leave only now to

Sleep to dream…..
TnM: Me amas real o no?Era un soleado día en Daneville, nuestra pelirroja favorita aun dormía plácidamente –u-
Isabella: Marie ya levántate
Marie: 5 minutos más *se tapa la cabeza con la almohada*
Isabella: ¬¬ Marie
Marie: bien bien*se levanta y se empieza a listar*
Isabella: bueno te veo abajo *se va*
Marie: lalalala oliendo las lindas rosas *cambiándose*
OoOoOoOoOoOo DEPUES DE CANTAR Y ALISTARSE OoOoOo
Marie: *se va a las escaleras*
¿??: Te quedaste hablando con jazz toda la noche de nuevo?
Marie: bueno podría decirs-..Papa?!! Como lo sabes?
Phineas: tengo contactos
Marie: o metiste grabadora
~I shall never stop loving thee~My powdered lips shall kiss thee through this ever lasting love
your beauty intensifies my satisfaction
O, tis' be you my darling, my one and sweet caressed heart
Shoot a bullet through my skull, tis' only the most dainty way I show thou love for thee.

Thy heart shall never stop beating for thee
He, be this time were I shall daunt my passion for thee.
so soft and abase
how I feel sorry for thee
trapped by endless monsoons of terror
let me hold thee and love you endlessly

Will thy be my lover?
Be my daunty heart?
If thy say Ye, then I eternal happiness shall last forever

Be thy love and I shall take care of thee forever
Never leave thy, The
RozeAm văzut niște roze întunecate, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze de un roșu aprins, cu spini,
Le-am atins și m-am rănit,
și am mers mai departe...
Am văzut niște roze albe, fără spini,
și am trecut mai departe...
The Mosaic and The Wanderer.Yes this whole has been beaten down, broken now in decrepitude.
Scattered, thrown here or there by wanders kicking loose pebbles.
A stranger strolls and sees a stone to keep for his own collection.
He didn't hear the rubble cry as another part of them is stolen.
 
That was the day the sky turn gray with a storm of unknown magnitude.
Flooding rain washed what pieces remained into a shallow puddle.
In sediment they settled, put back together by this muddy concoction.
As the day exsiccates a mosaic is made and a soul has been awakened.
A woman rises from the sand to search for a man, and the part of her he's taken.
 
He loves to stroll and walk alone, his thought always so bestrewed.
Wander, meander where time doesn't matter. He's tired of a constant dribble.
Remembering the trinket he reaches in his pocket, and is startled with a pulsing motion.
Pulling out hi
Two SoulsCould I touch a silent thought?
Could I know the colour of a word?
Could I hear the universe full of stars?
Could I hold the sea in my arms?
Could I stroke your voice?
Could I live in your heart?

A song never sung
A paper never drawn
A game never won
A man never loved

A flower that moves
A bird on my hair
A tree always blue
Spring
one love
two souls
my world
and you.
There Is A PlaceTaste my lips let them consume my lust
There is no one so important than you
Maybe it silly but I believe in second chances
I know the riddles of your heart, the way to keep you smiling
There is a place for us, a place where no others have found with you
There is a door and the sign says “True”
I've tried to tell you love exist beyond me
I know its hard to believe, I've seen you happy
I touched you like no other has
I have looked the other way when you found a bit of happiness
I walked on by with a hint of uncertainty
Can't you see the truth in what I say, seeing our certainty?
There no place for us in the hearts of others
When th
~Love~Love is like power
its strong but can only last so long...

Many people believe there is a red string connected with your soul mate
But strings can snap eventually...

Golden hearts connected together.
Then to rust and break...

love can make you happy and positive
but also sad and negative
very regretful too...

But pay close attention, you'll only get this once.
Pick your partner carefully.
They may just pick your forever..

♥
Down The Rabbit HoleHere and now I would flock to you in a heartbeat.
One day though, you’re worried I may fly away instead of to your rescue.
So clip my wings and drop me down the rabbit hole.

Put my loyalty to the ultimate test.
Just don’t let the dreadful hole land in Alice’s Wonderland.
Instead, drop me in the dungeon with in your mind.

Leave the dungeon’s exist doors slammed shut
But make the keys worst hiders than I am a seeker
While allowing me the choice of you or my freedom.

Display all your secrets as a piece of loot.
While lacing the good in riddles for me to solve,
And drenching the dark in booby traps for me to disarm.

Le
Lesbian first kiss~laying together, on the bed.
Not touching, I go closer in 
Snuggling into you a bit 
I play with your cheek,
you play with my hair


I go closer and snuggle..
This time my head 
is gently on your shoulder
You snuggle back into my neck 
Looking at your face, then your eyes
Your eyes are looking at my lips
I gently grab your chin and lift


I can see your face in perfect view,
you get scared and look down.. 
I reassure you with a hug.
Look back into your eyes 
grab your chin and kiss.. 


I can feel our lips tremble,
frightened; wanting more
Slowly but gently kissing
explosions of emotions
Beams of sweat on palms 
We part away for a second


We kiss again with more confidence
touching each others bodies 
stroking slowly, at each others curve
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Digging into your gallery I think I'll start with Satisfaction - a provocative title that promises a lot, and after I read your erotic poetry I have to say you fulfilled your promises. Sex is a wonderful thing invented by the gods above and the devils below, but sex is only really great when it comes with love and trust and is really dirty, and in your poem this set of cards is complete: It's a steamy and absolutely hot experience of a girl and a boy, and it's very intense to read these words enabling me to see with your eyes and to feel with your body things I've never felt before. I rememb
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What I like most about this shot is the different kind of character your model performs compared to some of the pictures you took in a forest with her. Here she's a real heroine and reminds me of Scarlett Johansson in Iron Man 2 somehow. But surely Alfred Hitchcock would have been proud to cast her for a role in his famous movie, too. The stripes of her overknees make up for a vertiginuous feeling, at least when she's running really fast in the next scene of your movie!
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Die Welt ist voller Zauber,
wenn man nur genau hinhört -
manchmal denke ich, dass der Wind
die geheime Sprache der Engel ist
und dass ich nur meine Arme auszubreiten brauche,
um auf ihrem kühlen besänftigenden Atem
emporzufliegen wie Peter Pan...
und hinter dem dritten Stern rechts
liegt mein persönliches Nimmerland,
in dem meine Seele frei atmen kann.
Das ist der Ort, den ich manchmal
in meinen Träumen erreiche,
und dort treffe ich all die Menschen,
die ich lieb habe.
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~FedersStrich Mar 13, 2010   Writer
Danke für deine buntgefächerten Gedanken.
Dein Vorrat an Ideen scheint ja auch kein Ende zu nehmen,das ist auch gut so ;)
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*BeauCyphre Mar 13, 2010  Professional Writer
Nichts zu danken, zumal ich nicht allzu viel für "meine" Ideen kann. Ich werde inspiriert von allem um mich herum.
Thanks fürs Lesen und den Fav!
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~FedersStrich Mar 13, 2010   Writer
Das werden wir doch alle..inspiriert von allem um uns herum,oder?:aww:

Da genügt schon ein Wort und die Synapsen arbeiten auf Hochtouren (jedenfalls bei mir)
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*BeauCyphre Mar 14, 2010  Professional Writer
Ja, wahrscheinlich - aber ich kann auch nicht allzu viel fürs Schreiben. Das macht wahrscheinlich den Unterschied aus. Ich hab wenig bis gar keine Kontrolle über den Prozess.
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~FedersStrich Mar 14, 2010   Writer
Wenn du das Gefühl des "Es schreibt mich" meinst,dann kenn ich das nur zu gut.
Bin oft genug überrascht,was hinterher dabei rumgekommen ist,besonders,wenn ich-was ich nachts schrieb- morgens nochmals durchlese...
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*BeauCyphre Mar 14, 2010  Professional Writer
Schön zu wissen, dass ich mit diesem Gefühl nicht alleine bin. Meine schlechtesten Texte waren bis jetzt immer die, bei denen ich zu sehr da war, und je weiter ich beim Schreiben weg bin von mir selbst, umso mehr passiert.
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~FedersStrich Mar 14, 2010   Writer
Exakt.
Es ist wie ein "Ausklinken".
Ich kann das auch nicht steuern.
Aber es geschieht relativ schnell,wenn ich Block und Stift in der Hand halte.
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*BeauCyphre Mar 15, 2010  Professional Writer
Geht mir auch so. Ich hatte heute eine stinklangweilige Fortbildung. Da hab ich meinen Block zur Hand genommen und gleich fünf Texte geschrieben, die ich dummerweise heute wohl nicht mehr abtippen kann. Drei davon sind genau von der Art, die ich liebe: Texte aus dem wilden und unerforschten Land, in das ich immer dann gehe, wenn ich mich vergesse.
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*Malleni Sep 15, 2007
Ich hab jetzt mal ein paar Sachen von dir gelesen, und muss sagen, ich finde sie wirklich schön! :heart:
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*BeauCyphre Sep 16, 2007  Professional Writer
Es freut mich sehr, dass du dir die Zeit zum Lesen genommen hast, und vielen Dank für dein Feedback!
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