caroline-13 - Hello Poetry

The first time you kissed me, you kissed me so hard I assumed my lips would stay stinging with the taste of beer and my best friends lip gloss for the rest of my life Your hands fearlessly roamed to innocent parts of me, leaving all the land mines I had buried earlier to erupt beneath my skin, The aftershock kept me shaking for months. I was dizzy, the scent of your cologne was making my head too heavy So I rested it on your naked chest and listened to your heart beat and your heavy breath Your eyes burned into mine when you looked up at me But they weren't oceans for me to drown in, they were ******* galaxies for me to get lost in I thought these side effects of you would last forever But now I'm laying in bed and the clock says 2:14 and I feel nothing Everything you made me feel was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. My lips aren't stinging I am not shaking I'm no longer dizzy My ears aren't echoing with the symphony of your heartbeat and heavy breath My eyes aren't burning Oh god please come back

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Jun 9, 2014

Jun 9, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

Side Effects Of You

The first time you kissed me, you kissed me so hard I assumed my lips would stay stinging with the taste of beer and my best friends lip gloss for the rest of my life Your hands fearlessly roamed to innocent parts of me, leaving all the land mines I had buried earlier to erupt beneath my skin, The aftershock kept me shaking for months. I was dizzy, the scent of your cologne was making my head too heavy So I rested it on your naked chest and listened to your heart beat and your heavy breath Your eyes burned into mine when you looked up at me But they weren't oceans for me to drown in, they were ******* galaxies for me to get lost in I thought these side effects of you would last forever But now I'm laying in bed and the clock says 2:14 and I feel nothing Everything you made me feel was gone just as quickly as it had arrived. My lips aren't stinging I am not shaking I'm no longer dizzy My ears aren't echoing with the symphony of your heartbeat and heavy breath My eyes aren't burning Oh god please come back

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There is no medication for this inside the bathroom cabinet or behind the counter at the pharmacy. No doctors note can get me what I need. But I think there might be a cure in your throat or your eyes or your veins or your lungs Please medicate me Please

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Apr 19, 2014

Apr 19, 2014 at 3:03 AM UTC

Medicate Me

There is no medication for this inside the bathroom cabinet or behind the counter at the pharmacy. No doctors note can get me what I need. But I think there might be a cure in your throat or your eyes or your veins or your lungs Please medicate me Please

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If I was a painter, I would dip my fingers into your voice while you're laughing, I would use the colours of your thoughts to paint the constellations I see whenever I look into your eyes on every brick wall of every god **** alley in this town. I would paint the sun on your roof so even on cloudy days, when you can't bring your limbs to bring you out of bed you always have one to look at. I would paint dresses on all your skeletons, so you no longer have to hide them in the back corners of your closet like an old t-shirt you keep forgetting to get rid of. I would paint butterflies on your bruises. I would paint stars on your insecurities. I would paint exclamation points on your vocal cords. I am not a painter, but if I was, that is what I would paint. -j.a

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Jan 22, 2014

Jan 22, 2014 at 1:55 AM UTC

If I was a painter

If I was a painter, I would dip my fingers into your voice while you're laughing, I would use the colours of your thoughts to paint the constellations I see whenever I look into your eyes on every brick wall of every god **** alley in this town. I would paint the sun on your roof so even on cloudy days, when you can't bring your limbs to bring you out of bed you always have one to look at. I would paint dresses on all your skeletons, so you no longer have to hide them in the back corners of your closet like an old t-shirt you keep forgetting to get rid of. I would paint butterflies on your bruises. I would paint stars on your insecurities. I would paint exclamation points on your vocal cords. I am not a painter, but if I was, that is what I would paint. -j.a

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This year, I will wake up everyday with a smile, I will not give up on myself. I will not stay up until 3am worrying; it would be a waste of time. This year, I will not kiss boys who have no intention of knowing my heart; I am worth more than that. This year, there will still be nights where I will want nothing but to tear apart my own skin, but I won't; I am smarter than that. This year, I won't be afraid to look in the mirror, I won't hide from myself, or anyone; I am braver than that. This year, I will learn to love the legs that carry me, the cells, scars, lungs and heart that create me, and I will learn to love myself and the sky I am under.

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Jan 6, 2014

Jan 6, 2014 at 10:09 PM UTC

This Year

This year, I will wake up everyday with a smile, I will not give up on myself. I will not stay up until 3am worrying; it would be a waste of time. This year, I will not kiss boys who have no intention of knowing my heart; I am worth more than that. This year, there will still be nights where I will want nothing but to tear apart my own skin, but I won't; I am smarter than that. This year, I won't be afraid to look in the mirror, I won't hide from myself, or anyone; I am braver than that. This year, I will learn to love the legs that carry me, the cells, scars, lungs and heart that create me, and I will learn to love myself and the sky I am under.

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I spent too many nights kissing boys who taste like ***** and cigarettes With roaming hands and no regrets And not enough nights kissing the boy with lips like summer and a smile like the clouds With gentle hands And eyes like morning coffee

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Dec 26, 2013

Dec 26, 2013 at 2:16 AM UTC

2:13am realization

I spent too many nights kissing boys who taste like ***** and cigarettes With roaming hands and no regrets And not enough nights kissing the boy with lips like summer and a smile like the clouds With gentle hands And eyes like morning coffee

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I don't know how many seconds are in an hour And I don't know why the leaves on tall trees turn downwards before it rains And I still don't know how to add integers But I do know that life is magical And smiles are made of fairy dust And kisses are made of sugar And that there is noting more beautiful than getting back up No matter how many times you've been knocked down. (-j.a)

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 9:36 PM UTC

A Few Things I Know For Sure

I don't know how many seconds are in an hour And I don't know why the leaves on tall trees turn downwards before it rains And I still don't know how to add integers But I do know that life is magical And smiles are made of fairy dust And kisses are made of sugar And that there is noting more beautiful than getting back up No matter how many times you've been knocked down. (-j.a)

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I haven't written since you left, This is my fifth attempt to write something poetic. Unfortunately, you stole my metaphors from the tip of my tongue Left my onomatopoeias stinging on my lips I must have left my similes in your hair and on your neck where my lips touched This is my fifth try but it's still not poetic. -(j.a)

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Jul 11, 2013

Jul 11, 2013 at 2:53 AM UTC

Untitled

I haven't written since you left, This is my fifth attempt to write something poetic. Unfortunately, you stole my metaphors from the tip of my tongue Left my onomatopoeias stinging on my lips I must have left my similes in your hair and on your neck where my lips touched This is my fifth try but it's still not poetic. -(j.a)

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I can feel you. I feel you every time I breathe. Every breath is laced with with the smell of your cologne and the crinkles by your eyes. You are in my bloodstream like ****** Coursing through my body along with waves of blood the colour of your smile. You're in my mind. Causing sparks in my brain cells when I think about the first time your hand brushed against mine. You're in my lungs like smoke, and I'm holding my breath, even though I know it will make me cough. I'm addicted to you. But I don't want to stop. (j.a)

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Jul 4, 2013

Jul 4, 2013 at 3:42 AM UTC

I Can Feel You

I can feel you. I feel you every time I breathe. Every breath is laced with with the smell of your cologne and the crinkles by your eyes. You are in my bloodstream like ****** Coursing through my body along with waves of blood the colour of your smile. You're in my mind. Causing sparks in my brain cells when I think about the first time your hand brushed against mine. You're in my lungs like smoke, and I'm holding my breath, even though I know it will make me cough. I'm addicted to you. But I don't want to stop. (j.a)

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