alexb - Hello Poetry

Was it the look you gave me When I walked in the room unannounced Or on the fourth floor off to the side, With my face nuzzled in your neck, Soaking in your smell, Wishing every breath I took could be like this one. What about my fingers Running through those tangled curls, Touching all the special parts of you While our bodies dance and swoon together. And then there’s everything small, Like the way you say my name surprised, Three knocks on the bathroom wall, The magical message you leave When you give me a call. For a time we loved in a bubble of bliss I never knew I could miss-- But I'll see you there tonight When I dream of your kiss.

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Jun 17, 2020

Jun 17, 2020 at 4:39 PM UTC

I can't remember the last time we made love

Was it the look you gave me When I walked in the room unannounced Or on the fourth floor off to the side, With my face nuzzled in your neck, Soaking in your smell, Wishing every breath I took could be like this one. What about my fingers Running through those tangled curls, Touching all the special parts of you While our bodies dance and swoon together. And then there’s everything small, Like the way you say my name surprised, Three knocks on the bathroom wall, The magical message you leave When you give me a call. For a time we loved in a bubble of bliss I never knew I could miss-- But I'll see you there tonight When I dream of your kiss.

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the smell of concrete after a rain storm was enough to soothe my soul and tape up my broken pieces

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Sep 25, 2019

Sep 25, 2019 at 11:46 AM UTC

Rainy day

the smell of concrete after a rain storm was enough to soothe my soul and tape up my broken pieces

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I needed to look outside Deep into the dark night And see nothing staring back at me Or telling me what to say How to be Other than myself? Do you think I don't know What proceeds this next fall? The light, the hope, the passion That used to send sparks into the sky. And now I just want to not think About the world on my shoulders The cramp in my hand because I can't Keep up with how fast I'm thinking And writing and loving and feeling and learning. Be still My soul And I will rest, finally. I will say nothing But felt seen And not heard I am sick of calling out into the limitless night Looking for answers That will never come Stars wished on are just comets. They all crash and burn Eventually.

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Sep 18, 2019

Sep 18, 2019 at 8:58 PM UTC

Indigo

I needed to look outside Deep into the dark night And see nothing staring back at me Or telling me what to say How to be Other than myself? Do you think I don't know What proceeds this next fall? The light, the hope, the passion That used to send sparks into the sky. And now I just want to not think About the world on my shoulders The cramp in my hand because I can't Keep up with how fast I'm thinking And writing and loving and feeling and learning. Be still My soul And I will rest, finally. I will say nothing But felt seen And not heard I am sick of calling out into the limitless night Looking for answers That will never come Stars wished on are just comets. They all crash and burn Eventually.

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it’s hard to tell where it ends and “I” begin.

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Sep 15, 2019

Sep 15, 2019 at 3:43 PM UTC

the thing about mental illness is

it’s hard to tell where it ends and “I” begin.

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I want to hear Spanish From up on the second floor Maybe from the balcony I want sand and desert dust To line my feet and all the doorways I want to live in the sun And escape to the shade

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Aug 1, 2019

Aug 1, 2019 at 6:44 PM UTC

going back to California

I want to hear Spanish From up on the second floor Maybe from the balcony I want sand and desert dust To line my feet and all the doorways I want to live in the sun And escape to the shade

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Good memories never happen in nice cars.

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Jul 6, 2019

Jul 6, 2019 at 2:38 AM UTC

Advice from Mom