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Before This Day
I gave you every ounce of me, I can barely move, i gave you all my heart had to give, it's in a dark place. I know it hurt to let me go but you don't need to rub your happiness in my face.
kirsty kensingtonPublished 7 years ago in PoetsA Place of Great Depth
I feel our final breath Like the last sigh of the wind This, a place of great depth collecting each other's shattered hearts to mend
Dennis LaLiberte IIPublished 7 years ago in PoetsBroken Pieces
Pills scattered across the floor, as I watch you pick through an assortment of different pharmaceutical remedies, all I can see is broken pieces. They are no longer medication, but have become your damnation. No longer an excuse to get high, but your only escape, the only way you can hide from the pain & self-hate that tears you apart from the inside. Internal scars you try to hide, not from others, but from yourself. Moderation has become nothing but a vocabulary word, & I sit here watching you, silently, because I know nothing I’d say would be heard.
Nikita FoltzPublished 7 years ago in PoetsHe Is My Dream
My life was bland and grey Before he rode into it Long tiring sighs for days to end Now my heart screams!"Look, see, I've found him. The catcher of my sighs!"He's chained my heart to his voiceI can't run away from his smileHe paints my dreams and waking momentsMy hear laid out a million miles. Rainy days are like summer heatsIn this game of love my resistance is losingHe's like nothing I have felt beforeA voice of calm he hasTempting and soothing.In the pocket of my mindI carry himHe'll never fallI resist but he's my guilty pleasureMy sin.My world is brighter and more colourfulHe's in my world nowHe has become, my vivid dream.
The Silence of My Mind
Somewhere between the depths of the night where the silence of my mind becomes my sight. I feel at ease again, I feel at peace.
Steven BaldryPublished 7 years ago in PoetsGreen or White
I'm on fire Judgment is coming Peace in this troubled land Can't let go Keep moving on Like a God Blessing wind I am by your side
Classic Movie Review: Bob Le Flambeur 1956
The classic on this week’s Everyone’s a Critic Movie Review Podcast is, arguably, the very first film of the French New Wave, Bob Le Flambeur, translated as Bob the Gambler. Bob Le Flambeur is a classic American style heist film seen through the lens of a French admirer of American movies, Jean Pierre Melville. It is Melville’s French sensibility, the way he focuses not on the heist but on the atmosphere of a heist that separates Bob Le Flambeur from American heist movies which had and have turned safe-cracking and men smoking in back rooms leaning over complex drawings into classic film tropes.
Sean PatrickPublished 7 years ago in GeeksFrenemy
Senses tell me things, money gives me rings, I walk into the dusk, through the music, through the thunder, I eat with the gods,
Sunera BandaraPublished 7 years ago in Poets