cj-forest - Hello Poetry

I can't stop thinking of how You smiled on that July afternoon, All golden and warm. The sunbeams beating down, Not a cloud in the sky. Sharing stories and long walks, Beads of sweat on our foreheads. I can still feel it, the warmth, Not from the sun, but from you. I could have kissed you then, And we would have been All golden and warm.

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Oct 25, 2016

Oct 25, 2016 at 11:32 AM UTC

cj-forest

All Golden And Warm

I can't stop thinking of how You smiled on that July afternoon, All golden and warm. The sunbeams beating down, Not a cloud in the sky. Sharing stories and long walks, Beads of sweat on our foreheads. I can still feel it, the warmth, Not from the sun, but from you. I could have kissed you then, And we would have been All golden and warm.

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I'm not sure of much, But I know that I want him. My hands in his curls, His eyes in my mind, Our clothes on the floor. No hesitation. Our bodies together, Our souls intertwined, Our breath merging. He steals my senses. He is all I can smell, All I can taste, And my hurried tongue wants more. Feeling his weight on me, Sliding hands, crumpled sheets, A song of moans fills the air, Followed by breathy silences. Pull me closer, Don't let me go.

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Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 12:57 PM UTC

cj-forest

Pull me closer

I'm not sure of much, But I know that I want him. My hands in his curls, His eyes in my mind, Our clothes on the floor. No hesitation. Our bodies together, Our souls intertwined, Our breath merging. He steals my senses. He is all I can smell, All I can taste, And my hurried tongue wants more. Feeling his weight on me, Sliding hands, crumpled sheets, A song of moans fills the air, Followed by breathy silences. Pull me closer, Don't let me go.

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we kiss because love is liquid death, and we're just curious to take a sip. darling, it's okay to wonder about death because you haven't tried it yet. just trust me when i say that love is the slowest, most painful route to take.

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cj-forest

Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 12:53 PM UTC

phoenixv2

iii. why we kiss

we kiss because love is liquid death, and we're just curious to take a sip. darling, it's okay to wonder about death because you haven't tried it yet. just trust me when i say that love is the slowest, most painful route to take.

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She once thought, she wanted to be a poet, but deep down, she knew, she wanted to be a poem.

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cj-forest

Sep 2, 2016

Sep 2, 2016 at 12:52 PM UTC

micheal-patten-1

And she is.

She once thought, she wanted to be a poet, but deep down, she knew, she wanted to be a poem.

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*i am a mere word of this page and you are the phrases i admire most that i can't have. at least give me a proof of sentence, that i am still part of your paragraph. i've never thought that this boundless sea of whiteness can be so lonesome. the large gap between us and other words, feels like the vastness of the ocean, drowning me in and out of the pages.* ©IGMS

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cj-forest

Jun 12, 2016

Jun 12, 2016 at 8:01 AM UTC

itsgonnamakesense

wide spaces

*i am a mere word of this page and you are the phrases i admire most that i can't have. at least give me a proof of sentence, that i am still part of your paragraph. i've never thought that this boundless sea of whiteness can be so lonesome. the large gap between us and other words, feels like the vastness of the ocean, drowning me in and out of the pages.* ©IGMS

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I want to run Leave all this behind The places that bring A bitter taste to my mouth And the people that I can't stand to see Run away and feel My breath leave me Like all the feelings That I shouldn't feel I want to run As fast as my legs will carry me As far as I can go There'll be nothing in my way

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Feb 7, 2016

Feb 7, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC

cj-forest

I want to run

I want to run Leave all this behind The places that bring A bitter taste to my mouth And the people that I can't stand to see Run away and feel My breath leave me Like all the feelings That I shouldn't feel I want to run As fast as my legs will carry me As far as I can go There'll be nothing in my way

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I was the world's biggest contradiction and I danced back and forth between the lines so much that when I finally decided it was time to be myself I couldn't remember who that was anymore .

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cj-forest

Jan 31, 2016

Jan 31, 2016 at 5:26 AM UTC

brider-olen

borderline

I was the world's biggest contradiction and I danced back and forth between the lines so much that when I finally decided it was time to be myself I couldn't remember who that was anymore .

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There'll be a man at the window, Looking out at the moon and the stars, And the millions of memories that come to mind. When the big problems are little And the little wrinkles are big, What will he think? When we stop caring about essays and the future, And start caring about wills and the past. When he sees my face, will he remember butterflies, Or the bitter taste of sadness? When the bruises and tear stains have gone And we have forgotten who we were, All the little stories, gone in the wind. Will you be proud of who you are? Did I ever bottle the stars for you? Will he think of all the secrets I told, Or the ones I never revealed? There's so many questions, But lots of time. The thought of the man at the window, Who looks at photos he couldn't stand when he was young And now smiles, Who loves every flaw he used to hate, And has lived the life he was scared to live, He doesn't scare me, Nor the void after. Because the woman at the other window, Will be proud that he's stood there at all.

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Jan 27, 2016

Jan 27, 2016 at 3:52 PM UTC

cj-forest

The man, the moon and the stars

There'll be a man at the window, Looking out at the moon and the stars, And the millions of memories that come to mind. When the big problems are little And the little wrinkles are big, What will he think? When we stop caring about essays and the future, And start caring about wills and the past. When he sees my face, will he remember butterflies, Or the bitter taste of sadness? When the bruises and tear stains have gone And we have forgotten who we were, All the little stories, gone in the wind. Will you be proud of who you are? Did I ever bottle the stars for you? Will he think of all the secrets I told, Or the ones I never revealed? There's so many questions, But lots of time. The thought of the man at the window, Who looks at photos he couldn't stand when he was young And now smiles, Who loves every flaw he used to hate, And has lived the life he was scared to live, He doesn't scare me, Nor the void after. Because the woman at the other window, Will be proud that he's stood there at all.

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The sky saw the sea The sea saw the sky They looked at each other Together. The sky observed the sea The sea observed the sky They thought each other Interesting. The sky indulged in the sea's grace The sea basked in the sky's elegance Their thoughts scattered Like the birds in the air and the fish in the water. The sky longed for the sea The sea longed for the sky They wept For each other. The sky swallowed the sea The sea swallowed the sky Finally, they were Together.

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cj-forest

Jan 24, 2016

Jan 24, 2016 at 7:28 AM UTC

wonderfilled

The sky and the sea

The sky saw the sea The sea saw the sky They looked at each other Together. The sky observed the sea The sea observed the sky They thought each other Interesting. The sky indulged in the sea's grace The sea basked in the sky's elegance Their thoughts scattered Like the birds in the air and the fish in the water. The sky longed for the sea The sea longed for the sky They wept For each other. The sky swallowed the sea The sea swallowed the sky Finally, they were Together.

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It's not very often that you find Someone who's eyes Look like the universe, but just to you And you spend your time Being amazed by the warmth that flows Around you and everything they touch And suddenly Everything is beautiful Everything is okay And you see them and it clicks You can finally breathe again, like you haven't in years And the bad stuff goes away Just for a while Just for them And everything is beautiful at last

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 6:19 PM UTC

cj-forest

Everything is beautiful

It's not very often that you find Someone who's eyes Look like the universe, but just to you And you spend your time Being amazed by the warmth that flows Around you and everything they touch And suddenly Everything is beautiful Everything is okay And you see them and it clicks You can finally breathe again, like you haven't in years And the bad stuff goes away Just for a while Just for them And everything is beautiful at last

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