golden-god - Hello Poetry

one day i will hold your hand and know i will never have to worry about the shaking of my own i will climb into your car and crawl into your lap you will call me baby and i will know i have made it home we will listen to sad songs and dance to lo-fi in our apartment the dogs will howl and we will pick them up the music will change and suddenly the light will break through it will shine on your smile and your eyes will melt through me like lava i will dance and pray to god for an endless drought

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Mar 13, 2015

Mar 13, 2015 at 9:40 PM UTC

will it be okay?

one day i will hold your hand and know i will never have to worry about the shaking of my own i will climb into your car and crawl into your lap you will call me baby and i will know i have made it home we will listen to sad songs and dance to lo-fi in our apartment the dogs will howl and we will pick them up the music will change and suddenly the light will break through it will shine on your smile and your eyes will melt through me like lava i will dance and pray to god for an endless drought

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i look at you and i (look) would rather look at you (at) than look at (you) anyone else because no one else is better to look at (you) than you (i look at) i want to (look at you) memorize the way your colors refract so nicely into my retinas (i) want (you) to (look) at me my photo receptors carry nothing but (you)r face into my brain all (i) know is the way (you)r eyes light up when you stare up at the sky the stars reflect in (you)r black holes; pupils windows to (you)r soul (you) are the only thing (i want to look at) you are everything (you)

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Jan 23, 2015

Jan 23, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC

brain damage

i look at you and i (look) would rather look at you (at) than look at (you) anyone else because no one else is better to look at (you) than you (i look at) i want to (look at you) memorize the way your colors refract so nicely into my retinas (i) want (you) to (look) at me my photo receptors carry nothing but (you)r face into my brain all (i) know is the way (you)r eyes light up when you stare up at the sky the stars reflect in (you)r black holes; pupils windows to (you)r soul (you) are the only thing (i want to look at) you are everything (you)

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what if death is a fast-paced movie reel a collection of pictures of all the people you've had the chances to love and kiss but didn't what if death is being in close proximity to the person you love close enough to see them but not enough to hear them, to speak to them to touch them what if death is constantly experiencing firsthand every family member's desperate breakdown every instance of pure, unbridled instance of misery caused by the news of your passing what if death is sitting in your car with the first person you ever loved and having them tell you that there was someone else and that no, the baby was not yours (i'm sorry) and you just keep feeling the tears roll down your cheeks but no matter how many times you wipe it away, or press your hand against your chest to prevent your beating heart from exploding through your rib cage what if death is just constant, relentless ******* pain.

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Jan 13, 2015

Jan 13, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC

what if / death

what if death is a fast-paced movie reel a collection of pictures of all the people you've had the chances to love and kiss but didn't what if death is being in close proximity to the person you love close enough to see them but not enough to hear them, to speak to them to touch them what if death is constantly experiencing firsthand every family member's desperate breakdown every instance of pure, unbridled instance of misery caused by the news of your passing what if death is sitting in your car with the first person you ever loved and having them tell you that there was someone else and that no, the baby was not yours (i'm sorry) and you just keep feeling the tears roll down your cheeks but no matter how many times you wipe it away, or press your hand against your chest to prevent your beating heart from exploding through your rib cage what if death is just constant, relentless ******* pain.

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you stole my coke and replaced it with the love that poured out of your ecstasy tablets the ones you sold to that kid who died at that rave the other night from "happiness" he said the bright lights they ruined his eyes he couldn't see he said he was happiest then; and you danced with me all night long i had forgotten what movement felt like your body moved so nicely on top of mine i was shaking for three days after still, once the drug wore off you called it withdrawal i called it love drugs have no mercy they keep you craving for more, love love it does that too the only difference between the two is, drugs are easier to get highs are harder to fake it has taken me a while to realize that.

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Dec 13, 2013

Dec 13, 2013 at 12:30 AM UTC

two drug thieves

you stole my coke and replaced it with the love that poured out of your ecstasy tablets the ones you sold to that kid who died at that rave the other night from "happiness" he said the bright lights they ruined his eyes he couldn't see he said he was happiest then; and you danced with me all night long i had forgotten what movement felt like your body moved so nicely on top of mine i was shaking for three days after still, once the drug wore off you called it withdrawal i called it love drugs have no mercy they keep you craving for more, love love it does that too the only difference between the two is, drugs are easier to get highs are harder to fake it has taken me a while to realize that.

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it's six am on tuesday. it's winter, and it is cold. frost has built up on your window, so you can't see outside as you sit, alone, at your table, drinking coffee in your one bedroom apartment. the whirring hum of your radiator is the only noise that keeps you company. it is so cold and you can't help but wonder how your life would have been different (would you be happier?) if you had moved to florida with that guy you thought you loved way back when. but that was ages ago. there was no point thinking about that now. you shiver. it is really cold. you wonder how your heart keeps pumping warm blood when your insides have long since turned to ice. you drink another cup of coffee, trying to burn the hatred inside of you - maybe the heat will help you (it doesn't). you hear a kid crying outside. your heart does not skip a beat. you stare lazily through the frosted windows and wonder why anything bothers growing when it all ends up dying. and you wonder the same about humans. the earth is just an incessant reminder of your mortality; death is everywhere, wether you're a rose or a **** you will die, so in the end it doesn't really matter how becoming you were. you drink what is left of your coffee. with a quiet sigh, you get up and turn to face the window. nothing stares back at you. the wind doesn't howl. no one calls your name. you wonder how you keep on living. maybe today is the day you find out.

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Oct 29, 2013

Oct 29, 2013 at 5:20 AM UTC

wondering

it's six am on tuesday. it's winter, and it is cold. frost has built up on your window, so you can't see outside as you sit, alone, at your table, drinking coffee in your one bedroom apartment. the whirring hum of your radiator is the only noise that keeps you company. it is so cold and you can't help but wonder how your life would have been different (would you be happier?) if you had moved to florida with that guy you thought you loved way back when. but that was ages ago. there was no point thinking about that now. you shiver. it is really cold. you wonder how your heart keeps pumping warm blood when your insides have long since turned to ice. you drink another cup of coffee, trying to burn the hatred inside of you - maybe the heat will help you (it doesn't). you hear a kid crying outside. your heart does not skip a beat. you stare lazily through the frosted windows and wonder why anything bothers growing when it all ends up dying. and you wonder the same about humans. the earth is just an incessant reminder of your mortality; death is everywhere, wether you're a rose or a **** you will die, so in the end it doesn't really matter how becoming you were. you drink what is left of your coffee. with a quiet sigh, you get up and turn to face the window. nothing stares back at you. the wind doesn't howl. no one calls your name. you wonder how you keep on living. maybe today is the day you find out.

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i will always love you even if it gets hard and everything feels hopeless. sometimes love is enough and sometimes it is enough to save us.

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 1:57 PM UTC

hope

i will always love you even if it gets hard and everything feels hopeless. sometimes love is enough and sometimes it is enough to save us.

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i want your love i want to feel your heart on my chest and you breathing on my neck i just need you closer here still your veins they pulse with life i wish we could share bodies so i could feel you from the inside out not just this entity the facade of flesh you put up unwillingly i want to touch your soul and make love to your spirit be one with your thoughts your fingers trace my spine your dna mixed with mine we can become one on certain instances only but it is not enough i love you too much for human things i am sorry but i cannot get as close to you as i would like your bones got in my way they were too hard to break and i am so weak i just love you so much that i need to leave you i can't have you, i never will

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC

desire

i want your love i want to feel your heart on my chest and you breathing on my neck i just need you closer here still your veins they pulse with life i wish we could share bodies so i could feel you from the inside out not just this entity the facade of flesh you put up unwillingly i want to touch your soul and make love to your spirit be one with your thoughts your fingers trace my spine your dna mixed with mine we can become one on certain instances only but it is not enough i love you too much for human things i am sorry but i cannot get as close to you as i would like your bones got in my way they were too hard to break and i am so weak i just love you so much that i need to leave you i can't have you, i never will

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i kissed your nicotine lips and with one touch i was hooked i knew i had to have more of you

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 12:45 AM UTC

lips

i kissed your nicotine lips and with one touch i was hooked i knew i had to have more of you

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too soon too quickly not ready not yet too early too fast not now maybe tomorrow how about never?

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC

when?

too soon too quickly not ready not yet too early too fast not now maybe tomorrow how about never?

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your skin is not a canvas on which you can paint your sorrows on and your eyes are not pools in which your sadness should swim inside and people are not homes so do not find safety in them learn to be on your own first and let everything else come after because this is what matters and only you will be able to save you when you are drowning inside of yourself and you can feel the world caving in on you and your heart shatters inside of your chest you think you are dying but this is only the beginning, just like fall though the leaves have changed color and they look so beautiful but it doesn't matter how much make up you wear you are still hurting the sun will shine bright and illuminate millions of smiling faces one of them might be your own and we all know the sun doesn't lie but what if you're hidden behind a cloud and your lips are just shadows that the sun cannot reach what truth is it really telling then?

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Oct 20, 2013

Oct 20, 2013 at 12:18 AM UTC

truths

your skin is not a canvas on which you can paint your sorrows on and your eyes are not pools in which your sadness should swim inside and people are not homes so do not find safety in them learn to be on your own first and let everything else come after because this is what matters and only you will be able to save you when you are drowning inside of yourself and you can feel the world caving in on you and your heart shatters inside of your chest you think you are dying but this is only the beginning, just like fall though the leaves have changed color and they look so beautiful but it doesn't matter how much make up you wear you are still hurting the sun will shine bright and illuminate millions of smiling faces one of them might be your own and we all know the sun doesn't lie but what if you're hidden behind a cloud and your lips are just shadows that the sun cannot reach what truth is it really telling then?

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