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hmm.. it’ll be great if you dont have a problem :)

Oh, of course I have a problem.
Swarming with little butterflies caked in sweet sweet honey bee spit problems.

Communication?

Tell us about it :)

Would be the key to opening up and healing properly, a lot of the dirty deep wounds.

Yeap it would be. So communicate with us :D wounds have to be cleaned properly before they can heal

Well, uhh.
It’s already been posted as an issue here.
And I like this website.

It’s a sweet, as in sugary and a kind thing to do (not like “gnarly” sweet, or maybe it is that, too) for someone else. And I thought I’d just . . . start.

I really like how it reacted so quickly.
This site works rather well.

Entru,
Are you the creator?

I know nothing of this place.

:) go on. :)

I like poetry.
Do you?

poetry,
i am a newbie.
But i think that words can set you free.

Most certainly.
The hurt in me,
Can . . . cry right out of my face.

S’just a cage,
And with words I watch it erase,
And all the feelings I’ve felt and withheld,
Escape.

I like poetry.
It’s my venting process.

What do you do to vent, Entru?
If you don’t mind me asking, that is.

To vent i venture into worlds of books,
with a peek and a look,

You can feel and see thru the eyes and thoughts of another.

:)

Tell us more with your poetry,
help us help you, do try!

In releasing,
We’re seeing,
That mostly we are blind.

All so,
Although we’ve got,
Something we cannot find.

Until can’t,
Can’t find itself.
And,
I guess . . . what’s next is we’ll have to ask someone else? :)

I like my girlfriend.
She is pretty.

Do you like pretty people?
Or pretty hearts?
Or pretty waterfalls?
Or ugly faces with beautiful souls?

Pretty people, pretty waterfalls,
Makes our eyes go wows.

But its beautiful souls and pretty hearts,
that we cling on to in order to life like a raft,
For in this ocean of darkness,
We each hold a candle of light, love and forgiveness.

Tell us more,
Im interested to know for sure.

:)

And waves upon waves,
Of leaves easily rest on the lawns.
Of Autumn dreams on winter nights.

So Summer bring out your starry kites,
And fly me to the moon.
My needs will be met soon, the sun will set soon, tonight,
And I’ll be alright,

In my bedroom.

And I feel,
Your words are crashing through my tree trunks.
Hate can hurt, and where darkness lies this hate thrives,
And with each word I show, I say we love.

I show.

For they are heartless but in darkness,
We float.

I like autumn leaves, they have beautiful colours,
Though its a signal of death and falling flowers,
I see a rebirth, where new things grow.
Life continues to flow.

I see you like the night sky?
In your bedroom where your thoughts are free to fly?

Love, care and joy,
Lets all climb on the boat of life together ahoy~
For when you bring a bunch of people together,
The flame of love burns forever.

Candles,
And eerie lights.
Rainfall and glitter.
Makes me smile, and makes me shiver.

So little paper boats out to sea,
In the oceans of my emotions,
These paper cut prone machines,
Slither passed the blue.

Baby blue tinted spray-painted clouds,
Fluff away the enduring sounds;
The fold, fold, fold, and rip,
As I’m in my bedroom,
With glue, blue walls,
blankets.

And it’s cold,
Some days,
When I can notice it’s the fan,
That makes the waves.

Your vision and your thoughts intrigue me,
I try to understand the words visually,
with cartoony pictures and crayon colouring,
My mind is smiling.

For i have met a totally unique person,
Who’s mind is so interesting for some reason.
Your poetry is amazing,
And yes, im eager and still listening :)

I’ve written,
And bit in,
And sunken,
So deep.

So truly,
I knew me,
When I was,
No longer free.

And, now that my red wings, can soar.
I find myself still the floor.
And you see,
The walls are falling to pieces.

I’ve searched for rhymes,
Signs, for some time, reasons . . .
But all I can see is;

People,
Written,
Bit in,
And sunken so deep.

It’s not real,
That I can feel,
You inside of me.

But at least someone’s alive in me.

The wings that you spoke of,
Open your mind and heart to try and with them, go forth,
The walls are crumbling,
The world is tumbling,

But believe in hope, and with wind beneath your wings,
Try and see what the future might bring.
Signs and ryhmes,
Maybe you should look for them in the mirror and inside your heart and mind.

So an explosion.
And the crusty edges of my red wings,
Combusting,
Corroding the rusted,
And leaving behind a tapestry,
Of fabrications.

“Laugh with me.”
It’s sleeves eager to please.
I can see its hole punch of a heart.

A blanket,
Long lost in family.
I lost it and shrank it,
The strength in me.
And now I’ve got it and thank it,
And it helps me fight the monster.

Who lives inside the once-a-week dishwasher.

A monster you say?
With your strength it shall be slayed,

I hope you make it through,
That monster must be a fool.

For i believe in you,
You are a fighter true and true,

You’ll fight with swords and shields,
With teeth and nails.

Trust your instinct, trust your heart,
And i know you’ll make it through.

I am about to drift into my slumber,
i cannot expose my number,
But do email me at i> small>(email removed) /small> /i>
for i wish to know what happenes and the outcome.

Snow, snow . . .
One day we’ll know, know.
So ni’ni’.
Right now it’s goodbye-bye. :p