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when the clock's arms fell,
i swore it was a compass
leading me
back to you
"This is about broken hearts, isn't it?"
it's more pertaining to
hiding my ears so far from promises
that i wake up
next to something else
to run from
but, "yes."
i swore it was a compass
leading me
back to you
"This is about broken hearts, isn't it?"
it's more pertaining to
hiding my ears so far from promises
that i wake up
next to something else
to run from
but, "yes."
Handcuffed behind the back close-up
If you love handcuffs behind the back, in arresting positions, and really good CLOSE-UPS, enjoy my shares. Handcuffs, ropes, even NO bondage; I only focus on women's hands shown behind "PALMS OPEN,"
and showing more femininity. None of this tied "PALMS TOGETHER. Prayer position" nonsense. where is the fun in that? 🤷
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Literature
Woodkid - Iron
Woodkid - Iron
Głęboko w toni wód, w martwocie i odrętwieniu,
Gdzie niewinne dusze płoną w potępieniu,
Tysiące mil od domu, idę naprzód sam,
Przemarznięty do szpiku kości, jestem tylko ja,
Żołnierz samozwańczy, nie znam drogi swej,
Topię się panicznie w winie wewnątrz mnie,
Czekam tylko na znak, ręka na piersi drży,
Jestem gotowy na bój, przeznaczenie i łzy.
W mojej głowie dzwoni impet żelaznych nut,
Grom bębnów wojennych zapisuje już,
Rytm ciał upadających, ilość martwych dusz,
Literature
Softening of Armor
There was a time of great sickness-
bare bones starving out the demons
and building fragile frameworks
to withstand the stress of change.
There were doubts and defenses…
fear and then thunder-
crashing moments of shared vibration.
The epic push and pull,
full silence followed by
some sweet surrender,
affirmations of realness,
the softening of armor,
the slow, sinking sensation
of accepting a beautiful truth
whose solace outweighed trepidation.
A greatness to vanquish
all previous transgressions-
the abstruse condition of falling in love.
© M.Pimentel 2015
Literature
On Writing
all the words
all the senses
all the dirt and smell and roughness
the bursting heart
fresh cold water
CRASH of waves and then the ache within
trickling nothing tears and itching legs
all these things
someone wrote them, a bit.
How can you tell anyone
else? How can you thrust
the living today
into someone else's soul?
This is just a nut in a banana leaf.
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it's okay, i always liked liars.