jeramy-allen-thompson - Hello Poetry

If I was asked to paint my life on a canvas, your silhouette would be the first thing I would brush on. Following would be the deep and courageous shade of brown I voyage through when I look into your eyes. And it's almost as if I would have to stencil in the word "perfect" where your smile is placed instead of steadying my hand enough. Although I could never sway my fingers beautifully enough to visualize how I see you, I'd hope you'd still Love it. If someone were to question what my life story is about, I could only respond by saying "finding her". You are the space in between all my letters. The chapters that I can't nearly prolong enough. Every period, comma, colon, exclamation point and question mark. Repayment won't ever be sought out enough. Merely because I don't have enough seconds in a day to give you recognition for the aspiration you gift to me. You've given me the freshest breath of air and the cleanest drink of water. For that, I give you my all and hope it's enough. So I send you thanks, for giving me a plot. And I thank you for providing me with the most wondrous story line. I dedicate this piece of art to you, my dear.

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Mar 15, 2014

Mar 15, 2014 at 11:27 AM UTC

Canvas

If I was asked to paint my life on a canvas, your silhouette would be the first thing I would brush on. Following would be the deep and courageous shade of brown I voyage through when I look into your eyes. And it's almost as if I would have to stencil in the word "perfect" where your smile is placed instead of steadying my hand enough. Although I could never sway my fingers beautifully enough to visualize how I see you, I'd hope you'd still Love it. If someone were to question what my life story is about, I could only respond by saying "finding her". You are the space in between all my letters. The chapters that I can't nearly prolong enough. Every period, comma, colon, exclamation point and question mark. Repayment won't ever be sought out enough. Merely because I don't have enough seconds in a day to give you recognition for the aspiration you gift to me. You've given me the freshest breath of air and the cleanest drink of water. For that, I give you my all and hope it's enough. So I send you thanks, for giving me a plot. And I thank you for providing me with the most wondrous story line. I dedicate this piece of art to you, my dear.

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Dear Sam. I aspire for assurance and linger for Love. I misuse mistakes and inherit insecurities. I keep trust temperamental and worries wistful. Sometimes I’m not capable of being best. And in ratio to my gentleman like conduct I feel as though I come off condescending. I’m not happy about my heritage. I sure in the hell am not proud of my pollutants. But I ask you to view my soul sparingly. And listen to my voice vicariously. I have your best interest in mind. I seek out to heal your beautiful heart. I want to live all my days deciphering this poem I’ve been reciting daily ever since we met. Until then, all I can assure you is that my Love runs deeper than any body of water. All I can say is that I plan on holding you for many lifetimes to come. All I can say is that I Love you, more than I could ever pronounce. I can’t give you the world my dear, but I will show you it.

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Mar 13, 2014

Mar 13, 2014 at 10:59 PM UTC

I Can't Give You The World

Dear Sam. I aspire for assurance and linger for Love. I misuse mistakes and inherit insecurities. I keep trust temperamental and worries wistful. Sometimes I’m not capable of being best. And in ratio to my gentleman like conduct I feel as though I come off condescending. I’m not happy about my heritage. I sure in the hell am not proud of my pollutants. But I ask you to view my soul sparingly. And listen to my voice vicariously. I have your best interest in mind. I seek out to heal your beautiful heart. I want to live all my days deciphering this poem I’ve been reciting daily ever since we met. Until then, all I can assure you is that my Love runs deeper than any body of water. All I can say is that I plan on holding you for many lifetimes to come. All I can say is that I Love you, more than I could ever pronounce. I can’t give you the world my dear, but I will show you it.

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A thought alignment. A gathering of ideas. A herd of beings, all with twisted arms. The condescending conspiracy takes hold like the body of a snake. How can we expand our minds if they've become beguiled by the thought that everything will "be okay"? Weight of the truth compares to that of an anvil. This is why our shoulders become harder to carry around with the years that pass. So we need to question the most simplistic advocate. Ourselves. What is it we need? Why is it we give up? Who tamed the fire inside your heart? Give me passion. Give me hope. Give me assurance that no matter how hard it may be to take that next step into abandonment, you'll keep walking. Because an empty space never gave you so much opportunity. A revolution is taking place and we need to open our windows and let the sour breeze roll in. Find strength in the fallout. Bring Love in your pockets. Awareness is loyalty.

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Mar 6, 2014

Mar 6, 2014 at 12:31 PM UTC

Conspiracy

A thought alignment. A gathering of ideas. A herd of beings, all with twisted arms. The condescending conspiracy takes hold like the body of a snake. How can we expand our minds if they've become beguiled by the thought that everything will "be okay"? Weight of the truth compares to that of an anvil. This is why our shoulders become harder to carry around with the years that pass. So we need to question the most simplistic advocate. Ourselves. What is it we need? Why is it we give up? Who tamed the fire inside your heart? Give me passion. Give me hope. Give me assurance that no matter how hard it may be to take that next step into abandonment, you'll keep walking. Because an empty space never gave you so much opportunity. A revolution is taking place and we need to open our windows and let the sour breeze roll in. Find strength in the fallout. Bring Love in your pockets. Awareness is loyalty.

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They say they inspire you. The catalyst to your creation. They blinded your view and stole your reflection. A piece of your clarity was taken. You and your vocal chords held no relationship anymore. Voided were all of your reputable commitments you once made. They took those pieces of your heart that were shedding like snake skin. You were growing, you were changing. What else did they expect? They…were no inspiration, nor catalyst. You were a pigment on the disastrous piece of art they had been creating. Reduced to nothing, they expected you to be everything. Forget they. Remember I. I want you to fill those voids with self discovery. I want you to rest your thoughts on the fact that you’ve found Love and she is the miracle to all of your disasters. I want you to lift your head up, and repeat after me.. I, am still here. I, inspire myself. And that’s all I need. Take your baggage and throw it off a cliff. Start packing a new bag. And label it “I AM ME”.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:52 PM UTC

I AM ME.

They say they inspire you. The catalyst to your creation. They blinded your view and stole your reflection. A piece of your clarity was taken. You and your vocal chords held no relationship anymore. Voided were all of your reputable commitments you once made. They took those pieces of your heart that were shedding like snake skin. You were growing, you were changing. What else did they expect? They…were no inspiration, nor catalyst. You were a pigment on the disastrous piece of art they had been creating. Reduced to nothing, they expected you to be everything. Forget they. Remember I. I want you to fill those voids with self discovery. I want you to rest your thoughts on the fact that you’ve found Love and she is the miracle to all of your disasters. I want you to lift your head up, and repeat after me.. I, am still here. I, inspire myself. And that’s all I need. Take your baggage and throw it off a cliff. Start packing a new bag. And label it “I AM ME”.

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I’ve become fearful of counting sheep. And the days don’t come easy. Prevalence exists alone. And mankind seems to be altered by a mood swing. So when the winds stop flowing. And this white colored precipitation melts away. I’ll take off my jacket and wish my body the best. Because there is no plain sight unless you’re blessing me with that smile. So I’ll follow this worldly wonder and take my chance. Carrying my posture better than a wooden plank. Watching ideas grow off you like a garden full of life. And when the right time arrives, I’ll ask you to dance. Say yes.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:50 PM UTC

Hidden

I’ve become fearful of counting sheep. And the days don’t come easy. Prevalence exists alone. And mankind seems to be altered by a mood swing. So when the winds stop flowing. And this white colored precipitation melts away. I’ll take off my jacket and wish my body the best. Because there is no plain sight unless you’re blessing me with that smile. So I’ll follow this worldly wonder and take my chance. Carrying my posture better than a wooden plank. Watching ideas grow off you like a garden full of life. And when the right time arrives, I’ll ask you to dance. Say yes.

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When I was younger my mom had a cape. I used to believe she was some superhero that came and saved us whenever we needed. And I can’t tell you how many times she came to my rescue. Through scraped knees, broken hearts, blistered fingers and life changing conflicts, she was there holding out her hand. I used to think my mother owned the world. She had a way to make it seem like it stopped spinning when she tucked us in at night. Like we were the only things that mattered when the moon fell. She battled Love, proper balance and belonging for years. But I couldn’t be more appreciative that we were the motive behind her struggles. She was a wrecking ball labeled with dedication. Destroying buildings full of poverty and mental ******* And she even helped clean up the debris. I’ve never seen anyone stand so tall after being knocked down so many times. It makes me feel weightless in knowing I have such a gravity shifting role model. So this Christmas I won’t wish for anything for myself. I won’t ask for anything to help sort out my troubled thoughts or materialistic struggles. And I certainly won’t entail anything that strays from you being the subject matter of today. All I do ask is that you Love yourself as much as I Love you. You are the strongest, most intelligent and most inspiring woman I will ever know and I’m so lucky to be able to call you my mother. I am forever cherishing you bringing me into this world and raising me the way you have. I take lessons from you daily and I’ve ended up more than fine. Thank you, for being you. I Love you, mom.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:48 PM UTC

Superwoman.

When I was younger my mom had a cape. I used to believe she was some superhero that came and saved us whenever we needed. And I can’t tell you how many times she came to my rescue. Through scraped knees, broken hearts, blistered fingers and life changing conflicts, she was there holding out her hand. I used to think my mother owned the world. She had a way to make it seem like it stopped spinning when she tucked us in at night. Like we were the only things that mattered when the moon fell. She battled Love, proper balance and belonging for years. But I couldn’t be more appreciative that we were the motive behind her struggles. She was a wrecking ball labeled with dedication. Destroying buildings full of poverty and mental ******* And she even helped clean up the debris. I’ve never seen anyone stand so tall after being knocked down so many times. It makes me feel weightless in knowing I have such a gravity shifting role model. So this Christmas I won’t wish for anything for myself. I won’t ask for anything to help sort out my troubled thoughts or materialistic struggles. And I certainly won’t entail anything that strays from you being the subject matter of today. All I do ask is that you Love yourself as much as I Love you. You are the strongest, most intelligent and most inspiring woman I will ever know and I’m so lucky to be able to call you my mother. I am forever cherishing you bringing me into this world and raising me the way you have. I take lessons from you daily and I’ve ended up more than fine. Thank you, for being you. I Love you, mom.

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In a crowd full of sorrowing people, I spotted you. The soundtrack to the setting. The calming in the hesitant darkness. The dimming of the brightly loud tears. Simplistically, the smile in the midst of hundreds of frowned faces. I spotted you. The warmth to my cold and shivered skin. The drought to the sadness that was festering. The harmonizing of birds at dawn on a spring morning. You were life at the funeral. You looked like the first refreshing sip of coffee when waking. You stood, so promptly; awaiting mourning and embracing the passing. You, gave me hope, from fifty feet away. I couldn’t wait to move closer and feel your aura of beauty. To partake in the brilliance glowing off your body. Because when wind caught, and my lungs consumed air that involved your existence, I couldn’t help my steps. It took me 21 years, but I finally spotted you. And although I sound foolish, I don’t plan on ever changing my line of sight.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:47 PM UTC

The View

In a crowd full of sorrowing people, I spotted you. The soundtrack to the setting. The calming in the hesitant darkness. The dimming of the brightly loud tears. Simplistically, the smile in the midst of hundreds of frowned faces. I spotted you. The warmth to my cold and shivered skin. The drought to the sadness that was festering. The harmonizing of birds at dawn on a spring morning. You were life at the funeral. You looked like the first refreshing sip of coffee when waking. You stood, so promptly; awaiting mourning and embracing the passing. You, gave me hope, from fifty feet away. I couldn’t wait to move closer and feel your aura of beauty. To partake in the brilliance glowing off your body. Because when wind caught, and my lungs consumed air that involved your existence, I couldn’t help my steps. It took me 21 years, but I finally spotted you. And although I sound foolish, I don’t plan on ever changing my line of sight.

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I watched a movie once that related Love to oxygen. It was at that instance I realized something. I’ve spent too many years inhaling and exhaling such a fragile and pure concept. And for once I want to suffocate at the thought of a healthy heart. I wanted to discontinue the second notion of my lungs. Because breathing out never sounded so strenuous. When I saw you, I couldn’t help but gather the atmosphere around me and hold it in. My better half held it’s hand over my mouth. But for once I didn’t panic. The thought of your presence crept in and eased my pain. At times I feel like I have reoccurring moments. Like certain circumstances have been lined up for me and you’re my humidifier, aiding my existence. A kiss. My lips gather upon yours. And it is at that time, I can resupply my body with life. It is at that time, I always understand why he referenced oxygen when speaking about Love. So when I grow older, I don’t want a breathing tube shoved down my throat. I just want you there, holding my hand.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:45 PM UTC

Suffocate.

I watched a movie once that related Love to oxygen. It was at that instance I realized something. I’ve spent too many years inhaling and exhaling such a fragile and pure concept. And for once I want to suffocate at the thought of a healthy heart. I wanted to discontinue the second notion of my lungs. Because breathing out never sounded so strenuous. When I saw you, I couldn’t help but gather the atmosphere around me and hold it in. My better half held it’s hand over my mouth. But for once I didn’t panic. The thought of your presence crept in and eased my pain. At times I feel like I have reoccurring moments. Like certain circumstances have been lined up for me and you’re my humidifier, aiding my existence. A kiss. My lips gather upon yours. And it is at that time, I can resupply my body with life. It is at that time, I always understand why he referenced oxygen when speaking about Love. So when I grow older, I don’t want a breathing tube shoved down my throat. I just want you there, holding my hand.

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Solution. It’s you. It’s always been you. 100 years ago. 100 years from now. It’s you. It’s always been you. And it will always be you.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:43 PM UTC

Passages from Compatible Souls - #2

Solution. It’s you. It’s always been you. 100 years ago. 100 years from now. It’s you. It’s always been you. And it will always be you.

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It was as though my secrets were embedded like smile lines. And you were the key carving out my cheek bones. Because four shots of espresso never tasted so fulfilling. And mediocre coffee shop soundtracks never sounded so soothing. I listened to your tall tales that made me feel shorter. I felt your walls gently falling like a cotton filled earthquake. I couldn't help but watch a beautiful disaster take place. I noticed you don’t see well. A mirrored image doesn't suffice. But I’m hoping a few kind words a day will help. Because I refuse to watch an impeccable soul settle for less. So I’ll write it down. I’ll figure it in words. Then I’ll crumble it up and bury it beneath the soil in your skin. Aiming to be the water *** that helps you bloom into self-realization. You, my dear. Possess qualities families could make homes from. Open your gaze, for me. See yourself, for you are wonderful midst your darkness.

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Feb 24, 2014

Feb 24, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC

I Can't Stop Staring.

It was as though my secrets were embedded like smile lines. And you were the key carving out my cheek bones. Because four shots of espresso never tasted so fulfilling. And mediocre coffee shop soundtracks never sounded so soothing. I listened to your tall tales that made me feel shorter. I felt your walls gently falling like a cotton filled earthquake. I couldn't help but watch a beautiful disaster take place. I noticed you don’t see well. A mirrored image doesn't suffice. But I’m hoping a few kind words a day will help. Because I refuse to watch an impeccable soul settle for less. So I’ll write it down. I’ll figure it in words. Then I’ll crumble it up and bury it beneath the soil in your skin. Aiming to be the water *** that helps you bloom into self-realization. You, my dear. Possess qualities families could make homes from. Open your gaze, for me. See yourself, for you are wonderful midst your darkness.

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