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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Clay Death Date: April 22, 2015, 10:20 am
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: StayCreepy Date: April 28, 2015, 8:49 pm
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       I want you to know I want you
       Who am I you make me forget
       You know what I need and you give it to me
       Every time we touch you send shivers down my spine
       Because of you I know what it is to feel like a man
       You have accepted me for who I am not who you want me to be
       Understanding every ache I hold in my hand
       No drugs can compare to the feeling you give me
       I didn't know it was possible but you own me with the words you
       say and the touch you give
       It's not just a phase at least I don't see it that way
       I don't know if you want me the same way but for me it's heaven
       on earth I want you to stay.
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: StayCreepy Date: May 6, 2015, 9:44 pm
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       There's not a thing in this world
       That can change the way I feel
       Or turn away my thoughts from you my love or from this moment
       steal
       Because my dear, I’m yours
       Until the stars are no longer shining
       Until the earth no longer revolves or until this poet runs out
       of threads of rhyming
       It is  you that have stolen my heart, my Love and
       Wrapped it up with fine silver and pure gold
       You laced it with precious  diamonds and rare pearls
       You brought it in from the bitter cold
       Never can there be  another love that can take your place
       Your the one that put the sparkle in my eyes of blue
       Touching me through time and space
       You make me feel, Love, the way you do
       Because, My dear, I’m yours
       I always have been, and I always will
       It’s just that I had to wait for your arrival,
       You know....God’s will
       Every night I traced your name with my fingers
       Connecting Dot-to-dot, from star-to-star
       And finding the bright shiny hey there you are
       I know, my love, without a doubt
       You are truly the one meant for me
       Until the seeds can no longer sprout
       Until the salt is gone from the sea
       Yes! Sweet princess yes my Queen  I’m yours!
       Can’t you feel it in the air?
       Feeling the love seeping through your pores?
       Oh, My love, this type of love so very rare?
       Both Our hearts in tune and will always sing
       The most incredibly magical melody
       Striking that one particular  note, to forever ring
       In the sweetest synchronicity
       Because, My princess, I’m yours
       And forever you are mine
       Until we stand on the shores of heaven
       And drink from the same cup of wine
       never will I  leave you, my love because
       I am devoted to you until the very end
       Your My heart, your my life, your  my love
       And your My very best eternal friend
       Until the day our God calls us home
       Until we reach the edge of eternity’s shores
       Until Ive written the very last sweet blessed poem
       My Queen,my love, and my reason to live ,I am
       Forever Yours through the end of time
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Divine Metamorphoses Date: May 8, 2015, 2:47 am
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       The joy my heart feels
       Exceeds all expectations
       My love is here to heal
       Pain is breaking all limitations
       Feel the love I am pouring out to you
       Hear my words tickle your ears
       Stop actually listen many a clue
       I'm speaking through my tears
       My love is true
       It's always been so
       Stop feeling blue
       Allow the fire of love to glow
       I only have one heart I want to hold
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Exotic One Date: May 11, 2015, 3:13 am
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       To good
       #Post#: 22867--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: StayCreepy Date: May 15, 2015, 12:38 am
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       A phenomenon that a number of people have noted while in deep
       depression is the sense of being accompanied by a second self —
       a wraithlike observer who, not sharing the dementia of his
       double, is able to watch with dispassionate curiosity as his
       companion struggles against the oncoming disaster, or decides to
       embrace it. There is a theatrical quality about all this, and
       during the next several days, as I went about stolidly preparing
       for extinction, I couldn't shake off a sense of melodrama — a
       melodrama in which I, the victim-to-be of self-murder, was both
       the solitary actor and lone member of the audience.
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Divine Metamorphoses Date: May 17, 2015, 8:17 am
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       Beauty
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       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Divine Metamorphoses Date: May 17, 2015, 8:19 am
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       Beauty
       #Post#: 22991--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: Divine Metamorphoses Date: May 17, 2015, 7:19 pm
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       See her heart
       #Post#: 23025--------------------------------------------------
       Re: Hypnotic Heart By Creepy
       By: StayCreepy Date: May 18, 2015, 9:50 am
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       From the vast, invisible ocean of moonlight overhead fell, here
       and here, a slender, broken stream that seemed to plash against
       the intercepting branches and trickle to earth, forming small
       white pools among the clumps of laurel. But these leaks were few
       and served only to accentuate the blackness of his environment,
       which his imagination found it easy to people with all manner of
       unfamiliar shapes, menacing, uncanny, or merely grotesque.
       He to whom the portentous conspiracy of night and solitude and
       silence in the heart of a great forest is not an unknown
       experience needs not to be told what another world it all is -
       how even the most commonplace and familiar objects take on
       another character. The trees group themselves differently; they
       draw closer together, as if in fear. The very silence has
       another quality than the silence of the day. And it is full of
       half-heard whispers, whispers that startle - ghosts of sounds
       long dead. There are living sounds, too, such as are never heard
       under other conditions: notes of strange night birds, the cries
       of small animals in sudden encounters with stealthy foes, or in
       their dreams, a rustling in the dead leaves - it may be the leap
       of a wood rat, it may be the footstep of a panther. What caused
       the breaking of that twig? What the low, alarmed twittering in
       that bushful of birds? There are sounds without a name, forms
       without substance, translations in space of objects which have
       not been seen to move, movements wherein nothing is observed to
       change its place. Ah, children of the sunlight and the gaslight,
       how little you know of the world in which you live! ("A Tough
       Tussle")
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