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@miia | 8 March 20 | |
How Is Your Heart? during my worst times on the park benches in the jails or living with wh*res I always had this certain contentment- I wouldn't call it happiness- it was more of an inner balance that settled for whatever was occurring and it helped in the factories and when relationships went wrong with the girls. it helped through the wars and the hangovers the back alley fights the hospitals. to awaken in a cheap room in a strange city and pull up the shade- this was the craziest kind of contentment and to walk across the floor to an old dresser with a cracked mirror- see myself, ugly, grinning at it all. what matters most is how well you walk through the fire. Bukowski |
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@phallica | 8 March 20 | |
There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound, and frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white, robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their whims on a low fence-wire, and not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done, not one would mind, neither bird nor tree if mankind perished utterly, and Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, would scarcely know that we were gone. |
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@tranie | 8 March 20 | |
@ popcorn2.0 - 8.03.20 - 05:28pm This is th3 Slago I have been compar3d to. Hahaha at least he kn3w poetry. A shame he is a racist gobshyte then eh |
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@miia | 9 March 20 | |
@ phallica - 8.03.20 - 06:43pm There will come soft rains and the smell of the ground, and swallows circling with their shimmering sound, and frogs in the pools singing at night, and wild plum trees in tremulous white, robins will wear their feathery fire, whistling their whims on a low fence-wire, and not one will know of the war, not one will care at last when it is done, not one would mind, neither bird nor tree if mankind perished utterly, and Spring herself, when she woke at dawn, would scarcely know that we were gone. I like it |
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@crail | 9 March 20 | |
@ popcorn2.0 - 8.03.20 - 09:15pm Crail told me. He ev3n said he was banned You could be deleted any second, so chill dude |
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@ufohunter | 12 March 20 | |
From a song, Derniere Danse - Last Dance Oh my sweet torment, No point in fighting, you start again I'm but a meaningless being Without him I'm a bit troubled I wander around alone on the subway A last dance To forget my great misery I want to get away, everything to start again, Oh my sweet torment I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a strand of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In the entire Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly Nothing but hope On this road in your absence Try as I might, without you my life is nothing but a meaningless shiny decor I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a strand of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In the entire Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly In this sweet torment Whose offences I've paid in full Listen to how great my heart is I'm a child of the world I stir the sky, the day, the night I dance with the wind, the rain A bit of love, a strand of honey And I dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, dance And in the noise, I run and I'm afraid Is this my turn? Here comes the pain In the entire Paris, I abandon myself And away I fly, fly, fly, fly |
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@miia | 13 March 20 | |
It really sounds better on French :)
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@ufohunter | 13 March 20 | |
Still beautiful, nonetheless!
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@ufohunter | 13 March 20 | |
@ miia - 13.03.20 - 11:32am It really sounds better on French :) I'm sure I can do the French. Been trying to imitate the lyrics over and over lol Will upload on YouTube oneday when 100 percent okay |
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@phallica | 13 March 20 | |