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The Problem with Text Messages The problem with text messagesThe Problem with Text Messages by ~DunixiClove
Is that I can't say "hello" everyday
Without seeming obsessed.
There is no way to gauge your reaction,
Or measure the twitch of your lip when
You're so politely trying to retain laughter.
There is no way to peek through the phone line,
Under your lashes,
To eyes hiding a secret.
The problem with text messages
Is that you always think I'm flirting.
And I mistake pet names for real affection.
My fingers can't fly as quickly as my thoughts,
And my signal is broken - like my trust.
Yeah, you think you're clever,
Deciphering my hidden pain,
Unearthing memories that
I'd really rather keep buried.
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Please Tell Me Please tell me this life of passion,Please Tell Me by ~DunixiClove
Of zest, and zeal, and Zen,
Of intellect, interest, and ire
That unconsciously flows from within;
Please tell me this life of excuses,
Of sorrow, substance and stance,
This life of weirdness and questions
Becomes what we may understand.
Please tell me this life, so confusing,
May some day make perfect sense;
That the very breath you're abusing
Will relax despite pretense.
Please tell me this tone of such sorrow
Grows not from defeat and despair,
That not far over the morrow,
Instead, a difference is there.
Please tell me things get better,
Or my melancholy shall last.
For is it not hope
Sunny Days Vermillion verandas,Sunny Days by *ChrisTopham
Wreathed in gold,
The sunset's upon us,
Our course marked clear and bold,
As I dote on dreams,
Held dear through drear,
Wishing you were near,
Wishing you were here,
For sun may shine down bright today,
But mine is many miles away,
And though I'm hot,
Sticky with sweat,
My blood is not,
And my heart teems with regret,
"But I shall not forget,"
I say as I pray,
That together we'll look out upon
Sunny days…
Death to My Beloved রূদ্ধশ্বাসে ভেঙ্গেছি তোমায়,Death to My Beloved by ~sarboom
আয়নায় দেখ, কত কোটি রক্তাক্ত আঁচড়-
এখন তোমার অহংবোধে ?
আমার শিরায় শিরায় যখন ভ
Freed Past the decadent hours of night,Freed by ~sarboom
when hushed voices still whispered
in throes of brazen desire-
chasing after a washed up moon
as it climbed up the clouded shores,
I found the little bird waiting
for me to let her go.
In her eyes I saw fiery threads of gold
mired in brown so darkly intense;
yearning to roam the world
unfettered, with nothing left to pretense.
With her silence she captured
with her silence she ruled,
because my mind was hers to keep
when this plumed temptress
dared me to set her flying free.
"Trust me now or trust me never
for this isn't where I should be,
I belong to the boundless sky
and the sky belongs
winter moon Beloved,winter moon by ~sarboom
find me if you must
before the stars find me…
for in my frozen fists,
I hold your yarn of dreams.
Little Dreamer Little birdie, little birdieLittle Dreamer by ~sarboom
won't you take me home?
Won't you take me to the place,
where the moon rises alone?
Starlight filters through the glass
settling upon her porcelain face,
and she dreams…
of eternal sunshine and hatted parakeets,
of flying otters and teddy bears who speak,
of mantis' who pray atop snow-capped peaks
and lousy squirrels who hide in twisted trees.
Little birdie, little birdie
won't you come and play?
Won't you come and play with me
till the sun sets today?
Eyes of amber greet the sun,
with dreamland so far behind…
where the crown of berries
rests upon a rosewood throne
streaked with crayon
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