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Jamie Feb 2016
The first time I saw you,
I knew you were different.
through the heart palpitations and rushed inhalations
I saw clearly enough to differentiate
You from the obstinate, the inate,
the circle jerkers, the irate.
I just knew.

When you walk into the room,
Fahrenheit becomes Celsius and I hide somewhat inside and through my racing heart and my blood rush I time my glances so you don't think I'm staring.
But I am.

When you smile, you unwittingly create,
a mini universe with you and I.
When you laugh, out of sheer infectious joy,
I don't know whether to do the same or cry.
When your name pops up on my phone;
A loss of breath occurs with a stutter of unsaid words as the world stops and I stare as if into a daydream rising and rising until the magnitude of the amplitude is realised in its entirety.

The world is lit with fireflies as I dive into a sea of you as I'm enveloped by the idea of loving and giving and romantic evenings of dinner for two.
We'll drink champagne as we toast to Russell Crowe, to puns and the fun that will be had to come in the graspable future.

We'll stay up all night and watch the stars,
billions of light years reflected in your eyes as the fireflies dance and we're both in an each other induced trance in our mini world of two absorbed in wanderings and night meanderings.

We'll watch the sun rise in a blood red dawn vanquishing the fallen stars.
We'll watch the world grow and throw itself into decline and rise, following our own timeline, grabbing our destiny with both hands letting no regret reprimand us for what we do.

Because, the truth is, I love you, and there's nothing I can do.
In my nights awake all that's thought about is you.
In my dreams and daydreams, you're the sole proprietor.

the peace to my fire.
our happily ever after.
I got to be restless,
So i don't miss anything,
That tries to get past me.
Bunny Jan 2015
I searched your face for words
as you drummed softly on my knee.
Poetry hidden within your pores.
paints through my mind a melody.

A kiss in the darkness to a new year.
I close my eyes and listen to the beat.
Vibrating colors I see, feel or do I hear?
Inspires me - create something for the Lord:

To see, feel, hear, taste and smell so clear
I give thanks for the way Jesus restores
with blessings, lessons, senses and love so near
Heavenly rewards I will never afford.

your silhouette is a scene of Christ’s creativity.
Those rhythms show sensations that He’s in motion  
your heart-beat sounds of His life giving power.
your lips taste like the sweetness of answered prayers.

I smell His provisions and it is quiet for a moment.
...You're just a man...
But, you make me want to love God more fiercely.
Feelings are fickle compared to Christ, so consistent.

He’s the reasons we’re here, like this.
We may run off time.
He will be the reason when we’re gone.
OH dear, I may run out of sense and rhymes.

His love will remain.
JWolfeB Aug 2014
I try to change my socks everyday.

Otherwise i get all tripped up on my past.

Sometimes my life feels like lint between toes.

Rubbed off raw material from a malfunctioned owner.

Getting washed down a drain at the end of the day.

Taken away from a broken home.

Drowning without a chance to breathe anyway.
Thoughts about the way my mind has been working today
the Sandman Aug 2014
Often people,
mesmerised by
the depth of others,
comment that they had
no idea they had so many layers,
that such profundity existed. I have myself
been likened to a coconut with a hard shell,
with undiscovered realms within. Hah.
I think perhaps though, that I
am more of an onion.
You can peel all
that you
want
but
-I'm just the same inside.
Maybe I could even
make you cry.

— The End —