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The Girl and the Goat I was once so devote
To one whom the angels have hand-wrought
A worship that was prevented, by a robot goat
I struggled to unchain my throat
Which was bound for I did not believe myself a big-shot
I was once so devote
Soon I was ready to cross the moat
And leaped over, as if moon-shot
A feat that was prevented, by a robot goat
Once again I pre
It Wouldn't LastI think I broke his heart.
How could I be so cruel?
I said the word, tore us apart,
Is this what it means to rule?
Never knew what he saw in me,
Only the small, trivial things.
He said he was okay, you see.
The harsh word in his ear rings.
Asking my opinion, then debating it,
Is that how the world works?
I'm sure he was so full of it.
In a breakup, are there often perks?
No, he's the victim, his heart is hurting,
In this case, I'm the one to blame.
For me, the love, out of his heart, is spurting.
I think cupid may have missed his aim.
For me, there was never a connection
I never felt comfortable with him.
In terms of sensing this, he failed detection.
My guilt spilled over the brim.
Week and a half, his heart's mine for the taking.
I feel it was all too fast
Maybe if he'd waited a year or two-
No, I still think it wouldn't last.
Tras la nubes siempre va estar el solMe encuentro otra vez aquí en mi casa con mi nana, hoy tendría que ser un día que tendría que compartir con mi familia, pero, mis padres todo el día están trabajando, tal parece que se olvidan que tienen una hija.
Hoy es 24 de diciembre yo al ser apenas una niña de unos 6 años me e percatado de que crecí sola pues como ya había dicho antes mis padres nunca están cerca de mi.
Yo me encontraba sentada junto a la ventana en un sillón cerca de aquel enorme árbol de navidad que alumbraba aquella noche que para solo era una noche común y corriente, en la cocina se podía ver a mi nana preparar la cena, yo no entendía porque preparaba la cena si las únicas que estarían en la mesa seriamos ella y yo, estando sumergida en mis pensamientos escuche una voz
¿? - Isabella, ya ven a cenar
Isabella- Ya voy nana
Lo único que hice fue levantarme del sillón y
Love at first sightThey say love can bloom at first sight
I was not one to believe until that night
When the cheer and fun was to begin
My heart beat strong and began to win
Even our meet our talk began to last
With dreams, likes and the past
We both began at in a place of insanity
But then walked towards our paths of humanity
Our family friends and thoughts
And the many things we were taught
So when one says there is no love at first sight
I say to them that they are not very right
Because I was the girl who fell in love at first sight
Poems to AsylumOde to Ju
You who know the face of love lie,
for I have seen it
A face of love and delight,
Her skin smooth and delicate.
Her eyes of care and passion,
Her voice soft and gentle,
Her hair beautiful blonde that frames her face,
her temper delicate and fragile
Sarah, I love you.
This Isn't Me
Shall I compare ye to a summers day?
I think not, for it isn't me.
So what of winds in may?
For it is now and I am with you.
For heaven shines in your eyes
while hell shines in mine,
without another they both fall
So long they live, so shall our love.
For the hate of poetry my affection is double,
I love you Sarah, I hope this poem see not rejection.
KissAre hands clenched together,
Dark clouds filled the sky,
Thunder roared deafingily,
He turned his angelic face towards me,
His eyes not focused on mine and glistening with uncertanty,
"Whats wrong?" I asked with confusion,
He exhaled strongly,
Then the frigid rain found its way to the ground,
"I love you," he said with a velvety voice
As rain poured down on us,
His lips touched mine with power,
"I've always wanted to be kissed in the rain" I said,
He looked down at me and saw through my eyes,
"I know you do" he finished my sentence,
Then he kissed me again,
With no regret, passion, sincerity and most of all, love.
AerosolIt has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It Saving...
occurs to me that I don’t really know anything.
The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shade. It explains that seventy percent of pilots who stay are located within three days, while seventy percent of those who leave are
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