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You linger,

like the taste of blood in my mouth,

a cut lip that never heals,

always hurting.

The pain's oh so sweet,

but I just can't smile.

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youre super fucked up and i respect that. thank you for your service.

proud to be doing my part o7

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like cigarette smoke in a beam of light,

you swirled gracefully into my life,

a chaotic masterpiece,

and dissipated just as quick,

ephemeral.

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what am i waiting for

trying to move on with life

but you won't stop haunting me

those eyes always watching

your skin on mine

trying to find solace

in how you'll always be a part of me

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*kicks my feet playfully whilst lying on my front and lining up my sniper rifle*

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lights

winding along a lonely path in the mountains,

looking over the city lights,

a sea of stars on the ground;

a single star shines above

a flawed reflection,

but beautiful nonetheless.

i wish you were here.

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You're not perfect. You're the opposite of perfect.

You're a thunderstorm. Wild, chaotic, annd beautiful.

So come mess up my sky.

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Reblog to put one of these in your mutuals’ pocket when they’re not looking

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quotes taken from the source

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Of cookies and milk

At a cafe, in a sunny seaside boulevard,

A cup of strong coffee, in my hands,

A smell of the sea, rising through the air,

Gulls shrieking loudly, and an interruption in my thoughts.

The waiter had arrived, with a plate of freshly-baked cookies,

They were chocolate-chip, all soft and gooey.

I picked one up and took a bite,

A breeze blew in my mind, turning the pages of my memories.

They were exactly the same cookies my mother made, on my birthday,

Vague images of a plate of cookies and a glass of milk,

Hiding behind the Christmas tree to see Santa,

On a picnic with my family,

The wind in my hair.

A sudden jerk,

Brought me back to reality,

From those reminiscences,

Of an age long past.

A hand was on my shoulder,

Holding me tight,

It was my mother,

Smiling fondly at me.

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Universal Truths

Oh, how a man toils, to earn his daily bread.

Some of them face tomorrow with joy, while others with dread.

The man looks down on the common beast, as the rich do on the poor.

Not one of them realizes that, a higher power decides their fate.

Thine actions mould your life, as a potter moulds his pots.

You reap what you sow, like the farmer.

So, be like the river, which cuts through the mountains,

Not like the weary traveller, who barely skims through life.

For life is short, shorter than we think,

For in a blink of an eye, any of us might die.

The rich man, amassing wealth, hesitates to part with it.

While he believes that it is his, it merely appears to do so.

For when he approaches the doors of Death, and looks back

For a final time, he sees himself, devoid of wealth, and possessing nothing but his soul.

For all his wealth, will go to another, who shall follow his fate,

Unless he strives to see the light that shines before his eyes.

For till he does, he waits for Time, devoid of sight to see the light inside.

As a blind man does, he feels his way through life, and knows not whether he walks into a crevasse or off a precipice.

So live and let live, forgive and forgive, for time is short but might is not,

For, as he draws his final breath, as the light leaves his eyes,

He realises and repents, and wishes he had lighted a candle for others

To follow not his path, but that which will promise a better life.

For this to be, you must realise that what came is gone, and what comes is unavoidable, so make the most of the present, and as you bask in joy, as you go to the light, understand this, and believe in yourself, that –“I am God and God is I”.

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Hope

What is hope?

Hope is the beacon of light,

That shines in the night,

Of the sorrows of life.

 It is hope which pushes a man,

Beyond his physical limits,

To survive in the gloom,

Of a fear - infested world.

 It is hope that gives a patient,

Who is bed-ridden the strength,

To fight against his illness,

Not to give up his precious life,

In subdued stillness.

 It is hope that helps a soldier,

To accumulate courage,

To run into enemy fire,

To make a last stand for justice.

 It is hope that wills a man to

Take the ultimate leap of faith,

And find there is something to cling onto in life,

That is hope!

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That’s what Iron Man said, right after Avengers...lol

Talk about a blast from the past

And then shawarma after?

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A Dance In The Dark

A party at my house, On Christmas Eve, The lights went off, We thought it was time to leave, But a dance in the dark, A final dance, Was too tempting to decline. We went to our unknown partners, Or they came to us, We danced in the dark, All night long, The only clue had, Of who my partners was, A scent of lilac, Which lingered in the air. We separated just before the dance, As the lights came on, I never saw her again, Who was this elusive woman, Who had led me a pretty dance in the dark?