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IN ALL THAT YOU DO STAY HUMBLE www.joshuaemmanuelrichardson.wordpress.com/

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If only we lived in a time of letters and postcards, we would have known whether we were ever really in love.

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BETTER THAN WHO I WAS

I dont want to be my past mistakes My past failures and shortcomings And when she looks at me‥. She makes me truly believe That I have completely changed, That I am better than who I was.

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FRANKENSTEIN HEART

I have dreamed her a hundred times Seen her in the passing of a thousand different eyes Yet I wait patiently for her to appear to me. She, the graceful beauty, that will help Mend this haggard Frankenstein heart.

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To stay is to exist but to travel is to live. • Gustave Nadaud, French songwriter (1820-1893)

[eefrostpoetry]

“i’ve found winter hiding inside of summer’s clothes. and through that clever disguise, she’s turning all this cold.”

— e.e.

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PUNCH DRUNK

our love was punch drunk the kind of loud at 2am that gets the cops called. our love was fudge brownies warm, stuck to the roofs of our mouths but delicious. our love was young and reckless  

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FRANKENSTEIN HEART

I have dreamed her a hundred times Seen her in the passing of a thousand different eyes Yet I wait patiently for her to appear to me. She, the graceful beauty, that will help Mend this haggard Frankenstein heart.

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BLESSED

Now blessed are the hearts That feel too much, though they bend They will never break

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BETTER THAN WHO I WAS

I dont want to be my past mistakes My past failures and shortcomings And when she looks at me‥. She makes me truly believe That I have completely changed, That I am better than who I was.

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SHE, MY WORLD

Last night when the world was quiet and The moon floated by on whimsical clouds Laying awake my thoughts were broken, I heard the grumblings of the stars. They spoke of your beauty and their jealousy “How can she be this beautiful?” they asked “She a mere mortal, who shines as if the gods Made her of pure silver and the rarest of gold” She, my most beautiful opportunity in this life She, who…

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“I’m filled with a desire for clarity and meaning within a world and condition that offers neither.” – Albert Camus

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WRITING ON THE MIRRORS

WRITING ON THE MIRRORS

Wreck the white weathered house on the corner of the old dirt road, down past the acre wood. Burn the books read whilst we were still hailed innocents-our eyes still pure. Break away from parents holding back their children as they fade to adulthood. Hold them back that run to the mountains! Warn them that the horizons are burning full of fire and igniting the wishes of the night drifters. Time…

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TOUJOURS / ALWAYS

Elle ne se croyait jamais belle Mais pour moi, elle avait toujours l’air juste Comme la premiere neige molle de l’hiver Ou un million d’etoiles dans une nuit sans nuages. Et elle le niera toujours, “C’est la chose la plus eloignee de la verite!” Mais pour moi… elle sera toujours parfaite. _ _ _ She never thought herself beautiful But to me she always looked just right Like the first soft snowfall…

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WHITE MAGNOLIAS

the white magnolias clung to the trees dancing just inches from the sea the perfect sunset hung low in the sky deep purple cascading over golden kissed clouds that leisurely floated on by the water barely breaking at the bow of the fishing boats tied at the pier. yet there was a moment more beautiful you would call it otherwise and hide away yet the sunset was rolling in just so and the light was…

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BRAVER LES AMES

voici pour les ames courageuses qui sort sur l’amour encore et encore

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NEON LIGHTS

Pulling up to the stop light The ’79 Camaro growling on idle Headlights are glaring in the rear view Evening air drifting in from a cracked window Like your memories plaguing my mind Hand on the cold shifter were it once rested intertwined with yours Now in the ripped leather passenger seat a puppy now sleeps. Stop light is glowing amber warm My mind plays back to the summer of ’09 When your…

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