StarsStars, winking in the night, Making me conscious of How small, vulnerable, and alone I am.Stars
Tibbs CollectionA lack of words for the eye contact and fear have me frozen inside, Watching the way you look at me, yet the way you hold her, Frozen with rage and pain and confusion with the look in those eyes, A look of love and curiosity, a friendly smile, Your voice a fatal drug I have myself addicted to, I see your casual act around others, Yet the way your vision darts to meet mine, And other times mine to yours, The secret gaze you hold with me as I pass you every day, Every day wordless, Yet every look overflowing with words too many to even pray to count, All this, and I know not a thTibbs Collection
I writeIn no way am I perfect. I am a poet. Therein lies my largest fault, for as such, I am a dreamer. Have you ever had a dream so intensely beautiful that when awoken you found your face drenched in tears? The next day you may have been so consumed in recalling every scrap of memory that you forgot to live, and you yearned with every particle of your soul for sleep, if only to brush against the blissful fibers of the night-time thoughts of a subconscious mind. Then, with every passing day it slowly fades as a lonely voice into malicious fog, and the fainter it grows, the more insistently rebellious becomes the voice of hopes and wishes. But dreamI write
StormI sit here and listen to the rain and the wind, The breeze slipping around the leaves, The only trace a silky whisper, Like water trickling over rocks, The siren song floats on the air, Calling gently, gently for submission, It coaxes, tickling and caressing the soul, Calming the sense after such a storm as was -- Flashes bright as daylight, God's beauty and might meshing together, In deadly quicksilver spidering across the sky, Resonating bass rumbles through the Earth, Vibrating through my bones, and up To my heart, beating faster for the thrill and beauty -- &nbsStorm
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Por una cabeza de un noble potrillo
que justo en la raya afloja al llegar
y que al regresar parece decir:
no olvides, hermano,
vos sabes, no hay que jugar...
Losing by a head of a noble horse
who slackens just down the stretch
and when it comes back it seems to say:
don't forget brother,
You know, you shouldn't bet.
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The internet makes crazy people sound normal, and normal people sound crazy.
Thank you for the favorite.
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* ...Perchè quando il cuore parla la sua lingua e nessuno gli suggerisce le parole, non può sbagliare.. è l'orgoglio che sbaglia. Perchè l'orgoglio fa mentire il cuore...
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