adna-tut - Hello Poetry

I lay clutching a pillow wishing it were your chest. I puff my cigarette pretending it is my last. Drifting from reality into my dreams, the first thing I see is you. It scares me so much that I wake up out of breath. Maybe if things had turned out differently, I wouldn't have woken up to a broken arm & a sore chest or a hole in my bed sheet from a cigarette I swore would be my last.

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Apr 30, 2014

Apr 30, 2014 at 9:31 PM UTC

Reality.

I lay clutching a pillow wishing it were your chest. I puff my cigarette pretending it is my last. Drifting from reality into my dreams, the first thing I see is you. It scares me so much that I wake up out of breath. Maybe if things had turned out differently, I wouldn't have woken up to a broken arm & a sore chest or a hole in my bed sheet from a cigarette I swore would be my last.

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I drank until you weren't real. Until I couldn't feel anymore. I drank until I only saw faces. Until there were no traces of yours. I drank until I couldn't think. Until all I wanted was another drink and not your mouth on mine. I drank until the world went black. Until I lost track of what I really wanted which was you.

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Feb 21, 2014

Feb 21, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC

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I drank until you weren't real. Until I couldn't feel anymore. I drank until I only saw faces. Until there were no traces of yours. I drank until I couldn't think. Until all I wanted was another drink and not your mouth on mine. I drank until the world went black. Until I lost track of what I really wanted which was you.

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There are things growing inside me that I cannot explain.. Like flowers they bloom through my sockets With little, bright petals that face the sun They stem themselves in between my arteries and veins, leaving no space for darkness or negativity Their vines wrap around my brain, squeezing so gently as to only press inadequate thoughts out I am grateful for these things that have grown inside me... Which now show themselves on my outside too

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Feb 19, 2014

Feb 19, 2014 at 12:02 AM UTC

Metamorphosis

There are things growing inside me that I cannot explain.. Like flowers they bloom through my sockets With little, bright petals that face the sun They stem themselves in between my arteries and veins, leaving no space for darkness or negativity Their vines wrap around my brain, squeezing so gently as to only press inadequate thoughts out I am grateful for these things that have grown inside me... Which now show themselves on my outside too

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We're speaking in bodies now Our hearts beating at a faster pace Your fingertips express your lust & my lips part to say your name Your love bites leave me breathless & I forget we're practically strangers Oh boy, we have no shame

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Feb 17, 2014

Feb 17, 2014 at 12:18 AM UTC

Nothing but Lust

We're speaking in bodies now Our hearts beating at a faster pace Your fingertips express your lust & my lips part to say your name Your love bites leave me breathless & I forget we're practically strangers Oh boy, we have no shame

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I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back. The way they burned through my skin & how we looked at each other without actually locking eyes. & when we did lock eyes everything seemed to stop There was a satisfaction in your stare I wanted you to look at me forever But things have changed & now your eyes burn through me for only a moment & when our eyes lock nothing stops I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 7:28 PM UTC

I Miss Your Eyes on my Back.

I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back. The way they burned through my skin & how we looked at each other without actually locking eyes. & when we did lock eyes everything seemed to stop There was a satisfaction in your stare I wanted you to look at me forever But things have changed & now your eyes burn through me for only a moment & when our eyes lock nothing stops I miss the feeling of your eyes on my back.

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I still have your scent in my nose I've been searching the world to find it, in hopes of finding you. Nothing quite matches up and it leaves me wondering.. If I even have the right smell maybe I'm looking for something that's impossible to find.

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 2:58 PM UTC

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I still have your scent in my nose I've been searching the world to find it, in hopes of finding you. Nothing quite matches up and it leaves me wondering.. If I even have the right smell maybe I'm looking for something that's impossible to find.

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Why are all my flowers dead? I gave them water to help them live I hooked them up to IV bags & performed blood transfusions with my own liquids Its as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass. Why are all my flowers dead?

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Feb 16, 2014

Feb 16, 2014 at 2:44 PM UTC

Why are all my flowers dead?

Why are all my flowers dead? I gave them water to help them live I hooked them up to IV bags & performed blood transfusions with my own liquids Its as if they were in a head on collision, in a 12 car pile up on a highway in August. As if they laid upon the asphalt in the sun, withering to the bone, they pass. Why are all my flowers dead?

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Billions of stars in the sky & yet im still focused on the ones in your eyes Gleaming so bright like the constellations on a good night The depth of which you see things is hard to find; It makes me wonder about the galaxy which inhabits your mind Am I even a tiny star in that grouping of light? Or do I amount to nothing, is the picture of me as dark as night? I wonder these things before I fall asleep I think of your starry eyes & I let myself dream.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 9:49 PM UTC

Starry Eyes

Billions of stars in the sky & yet im still focused on the ones in your eyes Gleaming so bright like the constellations on a good night The depth of which you see things is hard to find; It makes me wonder about the galaxy which inhabits your mind Am I even a tiny star in that grouping of light? Or do I amount to nothing, is the picture of me as dark as night? I wonder these things before I fall asleep I think of your starry eyes & I let myself dream.

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Tonight I am at a loss A loss of Words, thoughts, myself Another small piece of me gone Locked away somewhere Waiting to be rediscovered Numbness comes next Filling me to the brim Making me lost In limbo, surrounded by emptiness I feel nothing.

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Feb 15, 2014

Feb 15, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC

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Tonight I am at a loss A loss of Words, thoughts, myself Another small piece of me gone Locked away somewhere Waiting to be rediscovered Numbness comes next Filling me to the brim Making me lost In limbo, surrounded by emptiness I feel nothing.

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He smelled like smoke & a sleepless night I hugged his back, asked if he was alright He said he felt like **** & took one more hit From that cigarette of his. I grabbed a smoke & sat to his left His eyes weren't bright but still they were deft He looked up at the sky I saw his thoughts fly I'd never seen him feel so blue He said he missed home & this girl he once knew I felt like crying, he felt that too I sat there smoking, not knowing what to do I began making sense of the truth He held me close but I could see there was nothing left of "you & me" He was in love with her & I with him I felt my heart go completely dim I went back inside Hoped to die & never woke up to see those brown eyes I'd drifted in sleep Counted too many sheep Simply because there was no more "you & me"

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Feb 13, 2014

Feb 13, 2014 at 10:07 PM UTC

You & Me

He smelled like smoke & a sleepless night I hugged his back, asked if he was alright He said he felt like **** & took one more hit From that cigarette of his. I grabbed a smoke & sat to his left His eyes weren't bright but still they were deft He looked up at the sky I saw his thoughts fly I'd never seen him feel so blue He said he missed home & this girl he once knew I felt like crying, he felt that too I sat there smoking, not knowing what to do I began making sense of the truth He held me close but I could see there was nothing left of "you & me" He was in love with her & I with him I felt my heart go completely dim I went back inside Hoped to die & never woke up to see those brown eyes I'd drifted in sleep Counted too many sheep Simply because there was no more "you & me"

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