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Your head, your bearing, your gestures
Are fair as a fair countryside;
Laughter plays on your face
Like a cool wind in a clear sky.

The gloomy passer-by you meet
Is dazzled by the glow of health
Which radiates resplendently
From your arms and shoulders.

The touches of sonorous color
That you scatter on your dresses
Cast into the minds of poets
The image of a flower dance.

Those crazy frocks are the emblem
Of your multi-colored nature;
Mad woman whom I'm mad about,
I hate and love you equally!

At times in a lovely garden
Where I dragged my atony,
I have felt the sun tear my breast,
As though it were in mockery;...
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added by moodystuff449
Source: I wrote this...
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Source: MedeAthena
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posted by saracomet
I'm the toughest pastry maker who has ever baked a cake.
My impressive little pastries are impossible to break.
Yes, my cookies and my cupcakes will defeat the strongest jaws,
while my muffins are impervious to power drills and saws.

You have never seen a danish or a donut quite so strong
and I bake the fiercest fruitcake that has ever come along.
You can chew on them till doomsday, you can chew till kingdom come,
but you'll never get a nibble, not a solitary crumb.

You can whack them with a hammer, you can hit them with a stick.
You can stab them with a dagger, you can beat them with a brick.
You can drop them from an airplane, you can blast them with a bomb
but my pastries will exhibit only peacefulness and calm.

I expect you'll want to test them. I encourage you to try,
but you'll never make a mark on them and here's the reason why:
I do something with my recipes no other bakers do;
when the cookbook calls for "milk" or "water," I use Crazy Glue.
posted by Espeongirl360
Note: Yes, I know this is corny, but live with it. This is a poem I am giving my bestfriend on her birthday.


Note to a Friend

Your bright laughter,
Your gleaming smile,
There is no reason
For silly denial.
You are truly the one,
Who makes me laugh a ton.

The crashing tears
Is one thing you
Never want to hear.
When I am feeling blue,
I will always think of you.
The times we laughed,
The times cried,
Everything that involves you
Makes me less petrified.

As we get older,
We all get colder.
For insane reasons
We all act like the other,
Has committed treasons.
A crazy girl who had never once
Dressed up for a male,
Now...
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posted by manjusang
As for u It is easy
just say the words and forget
But Not for me

Words that Hurt Not As the winds
Blows and Gone...
Words that HURT it's Knife...
As it walkin' through......... teared ,destroyed,,,PAin

Have u ever felt it?
Not just Lies upon ur Big smile,,
But this is Me,,,
Who Taste The knife that walkin' through ur words

And the feeling left after It,,,
even the time can't erased It..
please stop shouting to me...
yesterday u say "shorty,,,,lovely,,,Miss me ..."

but now u say "damn,,,Im changed ,,,I never understands U'
How Come..
the same souls says the opposite in a minutes????
where've u been?


Im Just a girl with a fragile hearth ,,Im just a girl that searching for a mate...

Just a masochist that Hope,,,time will erased all my pain..


Don't do this to me...
Once I can't stand off,,,
I'll Lost
And u'll never found me..
I never wish hurt,,,
Just Understands Me
posted by Lovetreehill
They say to me, your eyes, clear as crystal:
"For you, bizarre lover, what is my merit then ?"
— Be charming and be still! My heart, which all things irk,
Except the candor of the animals of old,

Does not wish to reveal its black secret to you,
Whose lulling hands invite me to long sleep,
Nor its somber legend written with flame.
I hate passion; intelligence makes me suffer !

Let us love each other sweetly. Tenebrous Love,
Ambushed in his shelter, stretches his fatal bow.
I know all the weapons of his old arsenal :

Crime, horror, and madness! — pale marguerite !
Are you not, like me, an autumnal sun,...
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posted by moodystuff449
Across the spreading darkness cold,
the plains charred and black,
the sun will shine and the moon will glow...
Though I'm never coming back.

The air is thick, filled with beating wings;
the mountains loom and laugh.
The valley below no longer sings
of harvest's seasons past.

Echoing in the air are screams,
desperate and harrowing and raw.
And though it was I who caused all this,
I can only stand in awe.

Not once did I think that she would break,
that she could fall, that she could crack.
It's because of this war, it's because of us,
that I won't be coming back.

I kneel beside her body still,
I kiss her frozen cheek.
Her neck is bent and burnt with ropes,
the approaching dawn is bleak.

But the future yields for naught,
and the night goes on and on.
I stand, I turn, I walk away.
By morning, I will be gone.
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Source: Sylvie
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Source: My cousin made this.
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