matt valenciano Poems

Everything she touches turns to perfection

the bliss of the tatters being turned to new beautiful perception of life’s sorrows changing to compassion.
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come to me my angel because the bliss of your warmth is unbearable to live without.

ideals and past situations in sequence with honesty slowly rebuild my heart not by words but magical view of fowarded beauty inside and out.
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whats happening? the status: unknown

waiting for the phone to bring upon news of good nor bad but ease to my carnival ride known as my mind.
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the blood moon harlequin nuzzled me in his warm embrace 'stop that unnecessary whimper tis the heart that us martyrs have been cursed with that condemns us to this life of servitude to kindness and compassion but to move foward is to truly embrace life for its gift of oxygen and romantic ideals'

as i cry in the embrace of the arms of the other half that has lifes anguish as of the anguish that i harbor in realitys harsh eyes
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her anger blows into a sudden nerve racking silence for days to come.

with every bit of rage expressed by her is multiplied tenfold by depression and unnerving thoughts of living without her angelic embrace.
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