daniella-veras - Hello Poetry

I woke up wanting... my cheek against your skin, listening to the beating of your heart the air rising in your lungs, Tracing your clavicle with my nose Up the side of your neck Breathing you in deeply As I softly kiss your cheek And whisper gently in your ear "Good morning, papi..." - Morning would begin like this

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Nov 26, 2018

Nov 26, 2018 at 12:01 AM UTC

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I woke up wanting... my cheek against your skin, listening to the beating of your heart the air rising in your lungs, Tracing your clavicle with my nose Up the side of your neck Breathing you in deeply As I softly kiss your cheek And whisper gently in your ear "Good morning, papi..." - Morning would begin like this

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Say y e s... Effortless.

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May 31, 2017

May 31, 2017 at 7:38 PM UTC

WuWei

Say y e s... Effortless.

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Like a constant meditation, in between my daily to-do list, thoughts of the weather, what I was going to eat next, deep inhales, and seemingly interminable exhales, he was the mantra my mind would default to. ~Ohm is where my heart is

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Mar 24, 2016

Mar 24, 2016 at 4:19 PM UTC

Got my mind on my mantra...

Like a constant meditation, in between my daily to-do list, thoughts of the weather, what I was going to eat next, deep inhales, and seemingly interminable exhales, he was the mantra my mind would default to. ~Ohm is where my heart is

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I know how you're feeling, yes I know just what you think I know he's kinda cute 'specially after a drink or two you share with him and almost on a whim You start to consider the possibility... ....but you don't know him like I do. (I pray you never do.) He says all the right things and talks of pretty rings and goals and future plans He takes you by the hand and looks into your eyes It takes you by surprise I know girl, I do, believe me... ...but you don't know him like I do. Yes, he sounds so sweet and he will sweep you off your feet A pretty picture he will paint then admits he's not a saint Believe him and what I say It all just fades away, It all just fades away... Changes like night and day. You don't know him like I do... I pray for you that you never do.

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Dec 19, 2015

Dec 19, 2015 at 5:39 PM UTC

Don't know him like I do

I know how you're feeling, yes I know just what you think I know he's kinda cute 'specially after a drink or two you share with him and almost on a whim You start to consider the possibility... ....but you don't know him like I do. (I pray you never do.) He says all the right things and talks of pretty rings and goals and future plans He takes you by the hand and looks into your eyes It takes you by surprise I know girl, I do, believe me... ...but you don't know him like I do. Yes, he sounds so sweet and he will sweep you off your feet A pretty picture he will paint then admits he's not a saint Believe him and what I say It all just fades away, It all just fades away... Changes like night and day. You don't know him like I do... I pray for you that you never do.

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He said: make war, not love. So she took out her sword, named it kindness and killed him with it.

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Dec 16, 2015

Dec 16, 2015 at 11:13 AM UTC

Cruel

He said: make war, not love. So she took out her sword, named it kindness and killed him with it.

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Withered petals remain on stems that have gone dry a dusty symbol of the day someone cared enough to try. *-I'll buy my own **** roses*

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 1:14 AM UTC

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Withered petals remain on stems that have gone dry a dusty symbol of the day someone cared enough to try. *-I'll buy my own **** roses*

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There was a certain cadence when he talked. His head would bop to its own rhythm as he enthusiastically recounted, waxed poetic, or ranted. Rant or rave, There was no real in between As is often the case with passionate people and sharp tongues. His words cut like razors. He was more than willing to draw blood and I was more than willing to shed it.

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 12:52 AM UTC

Type O+

There was a certain cadence when he talked. His head would bop to its own rhythm as he enthusiastically recounted, waxed poetic, or ranted. Rant or rave, There was no real in between As is often the case with passionate people and sharp tongues. His words cut like razors. He was more than willing to draw blood and I was more than willing to shed it.

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That cute dimple on the right side of his face only revealed itself when he flashed a wide satisfied grin. Just like that, I melted. -My heart is made of Nutella & Chocolate

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Dec 14, 2015

Dec 14, 2015 at 12:29 AM UTC

Carnelly's Rule

That cute dimple on the right side of his face only revealed itself when he flashed a wide satisfied grin. Just like that, I melted. -My heart is made of Nutella & Chocolate

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I do not deal well with death/illness/suffering. For someone who always seems to know what to say, when it comes to this, I am at a loss. I am certain that is so because I know all too well there is nothing to say. Deafening silence. There is no right thing. No words to make you feel better. There is no consolation prize. With sadness in my eyes, I have nothing else to offer. Just these two arms and lots of love. Sometimes (most times) that is not enough. These two arms can’t take away the pain and trust, it is not for lack of trying… I try. sigh I try…. And if I say “I’m sorry” that just might REALLY **** you off. You think I’m apologizing for your condition, like it’s my fault or my decision. I know it’s not, I know. Truth is, I am sorry... I’m sorry I could not give you more. I wish I had more. All I have is these two arms. No words. Lots of Love. It’s not enough.

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Nov 24, 2015

Nov 24, 2015 at 11:57 PM UTC

It's not enough

I do not deal well with death/illness/suffering. For someone who always seems to know what to say, when it comes to this, I am at a loss. I am certain that is so because I know all too well there is nothing to say. Deafening silence. There is no right thing. No words to make you feel better. There is no consolation prize. With sadness in my eyes, I have nothing else to offer. Just these two arms and lots of love. Sometimes (most times) that is not enough. These two arms can’t take away the pain and trust, it is not for lack of trying… I try. sigh I try…. And if I say “I’m sorry” that just might REALLY **** you off. You think I’m apologizing for your condition, like it’s my fault or my decision. I know it’s not, I know. Truth is, I am sorry... I’m sorry I could not give you more. I wish I had more. All I have is these two arms. No words. Lots of Love. It’s not enough.

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I can pinpoint the exact moment you cross my mind-- (I mean, besides all the time.) That moment I think of the way your mouth presses against my skin, l involuntarily bite my lip, remembering the way you kiss. Enraptured and tangled, like the secrets of the universe, the meaning of life, the cure for cancer, would be found on your tongue. It would take every single fiber of my being to will myself away from your embrace. I still feel the weight on my chest, as I breathe heavy, and e x h a l e. So now, I think of you, and bite my lip.

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Jun 20, 2015

Jun 20, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC

I have a tell

I can pinpoint the exact moment you cross my mind-- (I mean, besides all the time.) That moment I think of the way your mouth presses against my skin, l involuntarily bite my lip, remembering the way you kiss. Enraptured and tangled, like the secrets of the universe, the meaning of life, the cure for cancer, would be found on your tongue. It would take every single fiber of my being to will myself away from your embrace. I still feel the weight on my chest, as I breathe heavy, and e x h a l e. So now, I think of you, and bite my lip.

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