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'Have you ever loved someone? '
You asked me that.
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Dråpe etter dråpe
Tår etter tår
Renner, drypper
År etter år
...

An intense game full of tells and bluffs.
Me and you, head to head.
I'm winning so, naturally I have no fear.
You bluff, I call.
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This play is amusing
This play makes me laugh
This play first seemed sad
But this plays' not bad
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Sing pretty angel
Sing my soul away
Sing pretty angel
Lead me from astray
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If I could ever find the words, I'd tell you about this wonterful place in me. A glacier. A great glacier.
Empty, cold but glorious at the same time.
This is the place I dream of. This is the place I long for.
It's like a deep cave made entierly of ice. Ice crystals and icicles fills this cave like frozen plants and flowers, reflecting the light and illuminating the cave.
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Petrol lines sparks ignite
Flaming harrow submissive eyes
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The physical world is fading all of a sudden.
My body wont budge.
I try to look away but I've lost sovereignty of my eyes. They're stuck.
It feels like I'm losing the strength to carry my own weight.
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Dusk. Rain. Two people
She was crying.
He held her.
She was talking.
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A steady eye, iris grasping all black
Shaking hands toutching the chest to a hope,
hope is dreaming the ring of a shapeless soul
Shadows crossing the sight of the lover
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Dawn is breaking
but it still feels like yesterday
'A new page' in the lines of a poet
but I'm not done with the previous one
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Norway griefs tonight
For the fates that were sealed by the demon
Norway cries tonight
For our fallen brothers and sisters
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Rain of flaming paper
Pages torn and time forgotten
Time never forgets though
Clockwork stops and can't tell time
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Creating a storm with your eyes
Wiping the world from your sight
While lingering in the snow you built a castle from the feeling to shut out the wind
Free of all questions you forget the answers
...

We could have talked
Worked it out somehow
And I guess we could have tried
Tried to understand
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Brushed on the wall
all colors in dark
an image once seen in a flash
a tall Green tree unclimbable by men
...

She was shocked
He, confused
She looked sad
He questioned it
...

As the water washed away the searing flames of grief that caused us so much pain, I saw the moon's reflection on the surface.
In that moon, your hand was reaching out to me, offering me eternity with you.

But my dear..
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A man is trapped in a room.
The door won't budge. He isn't strong enough to move it.
Theres a window in his room. It won't budge either.
He lacks the resolve to break it.
...

When I think about you
I'm thinking 'Do I know you'?
When I look at your picture
I'm thinking 'Thats not what you look like! '
...

Methods Create Madness Biography

Express yourself the way you like. Reading about your toughts, life and experiences is 'poetry' to me. Flipp off anyone who says different. End of biography. (?))

The Best Poem Of Methods Create Madness

Just A Small Feeling

'Have you ever loved someone? '
You asked me that.
'I don't know..'
It was all I could say.

'What is love to you? '
You continued to ask.
'I'm sorry, I don't have an answer for that.'
I really didnt..

'Love is not a sign of weakness you know.'
I'm not weak.. (What is weakness to you anyway?)
'It's ok to share. Whats on your mind? '
'Why me? ' I was thinking.. I was just anybody trying to enjoy my coffee in peace.

'Because you're alone.'
What?
'you have the same eyes as me.'
Who was this girl, I couldnt even look at her after hearing those words.

There was a minute of silence before I woke up.
It was just a dream.
That dream felt so real that I was thinking about it that entire morning. A girl in glasses.. But that day went by and I forgot all about it.

Then some time later, one evening, I was out alone for some coffee. It was mid winter and the powder snow had covered the entire city. It was dark and I was walking outside past a cafè.
There I saw you.
Sitting alone, by the window reading a book.
I instantly remembered..

You looked exactly the same as my dream.
Your hat, your coat, your glasses, even the color of your fingernails. Identical.
But what struck me the most was your eyes.
Green, tired, empty.. They were the same as my own.
And there it was..
I had the answer.

You looked up at me. I was stearing. Must have been creepy..
I smiled at you before I left. Heading home with my answer.
'What is love to you? '
You asked me.
'It is... Just a small.. Feeling.'

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Faith Fimano 30 April 2012

Love your biography ;)

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