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Be as it is Smile oh so sweetlyBe as it is by ~PearPimples
Darling little one
Spinning us around your finger,
Be as it is,
Love and life, wisdom knows no age
Let your arms engulf the world
Palms scrape the empires
Scuffing all that is
Raise the ocean to your lips,
Blow the toxins away
I beg of you
Do what you wish, change all i know
Be dark - be light
Shadow and conquer
Force hate upon us all
Or just let it
Be as it is
Kepper Of The Stars Its that time againKepper Of The Stars by ~PearPimples
Midnight
The monster of a new day
Alone, at home, awake i sit
Memories of you stir around and around
My head won't lay, my mind can't rest
Repeating... replaying every word, every sound
You haunt me,
A past that may not return
However, still a future that may come
To make may a might, and a might a must
No questions asked, almost an impossible feats been laid
The course is set, and engine blows
I'm on my way
With or without you
Fallen A fallen natureFallen by ~PearPimples
Like a vanquished sun
No mercy, no more
All loss ensues
Alone i reap to pay the dues
Piled, stacked, placed specifically on me
Enough pain to last forever
A linger a day more still
Voices haunt my every move and yes sooth my soul
One sound remains long after shadows fade
I crave it, i need it
My unkind, eternally questionable drug
No powder no liquid, food of any kind;
I remain unquenched forever...
And a day more still
Bad Day waste of breath waste of spaceBad Day by ~PearPimples
a tomorrow that just wont come
forever forgotten,eternally ignored
the human body in endless time; sorrow pity and loss
together a dream
apart,
a reality
walls will crumble, hearts may stop
deteriorating bones recycle in the earth while cruel stones mark the coming of age
absence of everything... heat, love and truth
left behinds, the discards of our race
me
PresencePresence by ~EchoeNyx
Words come and go.
A slight
brush.
like your slender fingers tentatively reaching out;
cool, soft that touch-made
Brusque with lust;
yet soft enough to leave me craving more.
Avid for it’s return.
For that soft and
scared whisper of
delicate silent emotion
fleeting across my senses like
wildfire
on a dry night.
Words come and go;
like the tentative brush of your fingers,
so soft and scared, fleeting and quick.
Afraid of breaking me in
or
like wildfire through
dry underbrush on a static night….
Yes, words. Thoughts, soft whisperings from the
Neutral 
Sta.sh
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Reality is just someone`s dream everyone believes.
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