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

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

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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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

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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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

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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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

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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If you were gone, I'd feel the pieces fall apart again, Feel the flames between the shards. We'd all feel it, As your cold body is buried in cold dirt, Warm tears falling as we think Of your warm smile that we'll never see again. Over time the flames will fade, But we'll never be whole again. The cracks would show When the weather gets cold And you're not there to blow out the candles, Or we see a flower crown or a plaid shirt, Or hear a beautiful accent like yours. We'd all fall apart together, A pile of smashed glass Because the thing that held us together Fell apart itself. And we'd never hear those six letters Without a bitter taste in our mouths, lumps in our throats, And endless tears in our eyes, If you were gone.

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Jan 10, 2016

Jan 10, 2016 at 6:03 PM UTC

If you were gone.

If you were gone, I'd feel the pieces fall apart again, Feel the flames between the shards. We'd all feel it, As your cold body is buried in cold dirt, Warm tears falling as we think Of your warm smile that we'll never see again. Over time the flames will fade, But we'll never be whole again. The cracks would show When the weather gets cold And you're not there to blow out the candles, Or we see a flower crown or a plaid shirt, Or hear a beautiful accent like yours. We'd all fall apart together, A pile of smashed glass Because the thing that held us together Fell apart itself. And we'd never hear those six letters Without a bitter taste in our mouths, lumps in our throats, And endless tears in our eyes, If you were gone.

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I don't think about the number eighteen much, but the one numbered eighteen fills my mind. Eighteen years, fourteen letters, five days. I never got numbers, but your numbers have got me trapped in a whirlwind of old stories and little facts. I think about how many kisses, lovers, fights, quiet conversations you've had. I'm trapped in a flurry of numbers. I'm happy there, but you're more interested in the colours of someone else, her eyes, her lips, her skin. I'm trapped in a flurry of numbers, and you're running free in a spectrum of colours.

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Jan 6, 2016

Jan 6, 2016 at 3:45 PM UTC

Eighteen

I don't think about the number eighteen much, but the one numbered eighteen fills my mind. Eighteen years, fourteen letters, five days. I never got numbers, but your numbers have got me trapped in a whirlwind of old stories and little facts. I think about how many kisses, lovers, fights, quiet conversations you've had. I'm trapped in a flurry of numbers. I'm happy there, but you're more interested in the colours of someone else, her eyes, her lips, her skin. I'm trapped in a flurry of numbers, and you're running free in a spectrum of colours.

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