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The JokerLife is a game to him
He makes the rules when it does not make sense
He walks on the winding road alone
The thinker who is a poet
He gazes in meditation as he sits on the coldest throne
In the moment, he toys with your respect.
Trying to find the meaning in coincidence and chance
He holds a flower in his pricked hand
Appreciating beauty while dealing with his next painful plan
He hides the joker under his sleeve
Only showing you the French knight of your heart
He is clever looking for madness
He is the fool hiding from wisdom
He is a snake with no fangs
He plays with your desire because he can
He knows you'll give him the fleeting love that he hoped for
When you look into his mirrored eyes
You see only the reflection of your own soul
He is grim when happy and laughs when sad
The kiss of true love is the only touch he fears
One day if you fathom his aim, he'll hide his joyful tears.
Suicidal Love Story Vol 5: Cherry Blossom Chptr 18Change happened. I notice the world was still in a motion towards pathetic faults, people reading gossip magazines with ridicules advice. Talent shows showing only the light side of show business, to be rich and famous is what everyone wanted yet it was all illusions.
Little girls wearing make up and short skirts to become sexier towards the chosen boy they admired. The over-load of internet porn diluted the real sense and rarity of proper love making to the point it harmed relationsips toward those pathetic indiviudals who lacked control. Regardless, I still believed that life was full of mysterious wonder yet to be uncovered.
The days went by and band practice was going well. One evening, after college finished, I stood at the bus stop and waited, I then noticed a man in a white jumper, excellently gelled hair and presentable. We looked at each other and quickly our eyes shot out. The young man was none other than Tom. We commented on each other's style, asked if we got girlfriends
Suicidal Love Story Volume 4: Thorns. Chapter 16The final year of high school came and things were changing now. Most of the awful students were completely gone and dropped out. The final exams and tests were about to begin, all I needed to do was past them and get a good enough grade to graduate and go onto college.
There was an occasion roaming nearer, the High school prom. All the girls talked about it. Some boys spoke of it and said "Are you going, who you going to ask out?"
I had no reason to go to the prom, I was happy to walk away and not say goodbye to a majority of people. I thought about it, the benefits and the cons of going and not going. It would be the last time I see people and so I believed I might see their true attitude towards others. I'd hear the conversations between them. See the slow dance and emotional moments that would be interesting. There was only one thing I thought about of this and that was to see Jia-Li in that moment. What would she wear, how would she act?
I waited one morning outside th
IowaIf you visit Iowa,
you'll call her fields empty,
but she wasn't born that way.
A part of her was carved out
when she was ripped between Virginia
and the purple mountains of New Mexico.
Her gold hair, she tore it out when she realized
it didn't make her a princess.
She laid her locks strung along every road
leading somewhere else.
White hairs on her cheeks
are scars from winter.
Her hair darkens with the dampness
of summer rains.
The storms are never silent,
but neither is life when there's a tear
in your childhood where
a parent ought to be.
I've been flooded by Iowa's sorrow.
The only way I can distract her from her own voided landscape
is if I hate myself harder than she cries.
She just wants to fly
and I want to bus or train,
not because I fear death, but because
I want to take living slow.
It's the only way I ever feel.
From the air it's hard to watch Earth's hips move.
But Earth can't compare to the country.
That's my girl.
Full grown even when harvesting season's j
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