jordan-f - Hello Poetry

I watched you from afar though I couldn’t see you, and I still wonder where you are, a part of me sees you gazing under the stars. And dear, even with all of the friction, the manipulation and confusion, even with all of the fear I still hold you near. There’s a part of me that will not release you or am I simply still your captive my dear?

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Mar 18, 2016

Mar 18, 2016 at 11:38 AM UTC

Captive

I watched you from afar though I couldn’t see you, and I still wonder where you are, a part of me sees you gazing under the stars. And dear, even with all of the friction, the manipulation and confusion, even with all of the fear I still hold you near. There’s a part of me that will not release you or am I simply still your captive my dear?

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Center of the day begins to unfold Already gone through the marshes and mixes Alive & full, Lick our lipses Do what we can to get our fixes Skin as oily as Honeydew You caught me in a full-on looptiloo

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Jan 21, 2016

Jan 21, 2016 at 6:15 PM UTC

Little Fixes

Center of the day begins to unfold Already gone through the marshes and mixes Alive & full, Lick our lipses Do what we can to get our fixes Skin as oily as Honeydew You caught me in a full-on looptiloo

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With grace I see you pace throughout the corridor, concern lavished upon your face. But it always comes back to me and I get curious, what is it in you that I see? That draws you to me? At the end I understand it’s my desperation But in the beginning it feels like magical procession. It’s insights like these, I’d rather keep to myself, frustrations rooted in lack of respect for self, kinder words for the reality- a putrid, decaying necessity of external validation, your hands on me, telling me everything’s ok.

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Oct 2, 2015

Oct 2, 2015 at 6:00 PM UTC

Validation

With grace I see you pace throughout the corridor, concern lavished upon your face. But it always comes back to me and I get curious, what is it in you that I see? That draws you to me? At the end I understand it’s my desperation But in the beginning it feels like magical procession. It’s insights like these, I’d rather keep to myself, frustrations rooted in lack of respect for self, kinder words for the reality- a putrid, decaying necessity of external validation, your hands on me, telling me everything’s ok.

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Placing words into what you feel Cause the layers of your core to peel Whether it's Anger that distraughts you or Confusion that betrays you It's Anxiety that simmers within The good angel seems to never win It's the Sadness that overwhelms for no reason and Loneliness seems to be it's closest cousin Sometimes all of these things that are unseen Seep out of the pores altogether, making it Mean A scene never meant to be seen The only Context that gives it most Meaning Is putting the text on paper, so Rich, so Gleaming It does its part to soothe the Heart and transforms it intrinsically into Art. It takes your inner bag of **** and becomes the Number One Smash Hit. Or you can keep it to yourself in private To make your journal utterly vibrant No way is Right, no way is Wrong As long as you make it sing like a Song.

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 3:28 PM UTC

Writing

Placing words into what you feel Cause the layers of your core to peel Whether it's Anger that distraughts you or Confusion that betrays you It's Anxiety that simmers within The good angel seems to never win It's the Sadness that overwhelms for no reason and Loneliness seems to be it's closest cousin Sometimes all of these things that are unseen Seep out of the pores altogether, making it Mean A scene never meant to be seen The only Context that gives it most Meaning Is putting the text on paper, so Rich, so Gleaming It does its part to soothe the Heart and transforms it intrinsically into Art. It takes your inner bag of **** and becomes the Number One Smash Hit. Or you can keep it to yourself in private To make your journal utterly vibrant No way is Right, no way is Wrong As long as you make it sing like a Song.

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Diverted eyes sticky skin, she never wants to look back again. Hushed mouth clenched jaw, most frightened face you ever saw. Faded glory in no hurry, continues to wallow in her worry. Lack of reason personal treason but what is life if you give it no meaning?

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Jul 2, 2015

Jul 2, 2015 at 11:37 AM UTC

Personal Treason

Diverted eyes sticky skin, she never wants to look back again. Hushed mouth clenched jaw, most frightened face you ever saw. Faded glory in no hurry, continues to wallow in her worry. Lack of reason personal treason but what is life if you give it no meaning?

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Constrained, I feel Insane, everything in Vain, my mind being Trained, just want to escape the Pain. The riplets of Time, an everflowing Game, nothing different, always the Same, a constant repetition, Sweet Nothing is her Name.

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Jul 1, 2015

Jul 1, 2015 at 7:07 PM UTC

Constrained

Constrained, I feel Insane, everything in Vain, my mind being Trained, just want to escape the Pain. The riplets of Time, an everflowing Game, nothing different, always the Same, a constant repetition, Sweet Nothing is her Name.

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Purple pen Cursive handwriting Voices Laughter Sadness Joy Binaries Are what life is made of. Not too much in between. Completely addicted. Or utterly sober. Joyously happy & content Or gray skys sad Too much energy to sit down Not enough energy to think Hot as ***** Or cold as the titanic. When will we be able to find something in the middle? They made me take a medication to put me in the middle. Don’t know if it works. Because sometimes I don’t have any emotions at all. I’d be content with staring at the wall.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 1:01 PM UTC

Purple Pen

Purple pen Cursive handwriting Voices Laughter Sadness Joy Binaries Are what life is made of. Not too much in between. Completely addicted. Or utterly sober. Joyously happy & content Or gray skys sad Too much energy to sit down Not enough energy to think Hot as ***** Or cold as the titanic. When will we be able to find something in the middle? They made me take a medication to put me in the middle. Don’t know if it works. Because sometimes I don’t have any emotions at all. I’d be content with staring at the wall.

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Why can't I fall into my slumber Next to my lover? The days get long but lately now the nights get longer My mind, it races Full of thoughts and faces But then I open up my eyes And see my boo as he lies With peace written all over his face And I think of all of the love that we share, And how much he cares. My mind slows down And I hear sleep arise What a beautiful sound.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 12:46 PM UTC

Sleep

Why can't I fall into my slumber Next to my lover? The days get long but lately now the nights get longer My mind, it races Full of thoughts and faces But then I open up my eyes And see my boo as he lies With peace written all over his face And I think of all of the love that we share, And how much he cares. My mind slows down And I hear sleep arise What a beautiful sound.

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Used to be just a Four-letter word Before you entered into my World It was just something to be curious about something to Dream about. But now the Dreams are real. Love is still Just a four-letter word A word unable to describe the Intensity the Peace of Mind the Feelings you give me Throughout my whole body. You make me feel complete You make me feel whole. It fills my entire heart And it overflows, Encompassing every cell. This type of love can do anything Only Time can tell.

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC

Love

Used to be just a Four-letter word Before you entered into my World It was just something to be curious about something to Dream about. But now the Dreams are real. Love is still Just a four-letter word A word unable to describe the Intensity the Peace of Mind the Feelings you give me Throughout my whole body. You make me feel complete You make me feel whole. It fills my entire heart And it overflows, Encompassing every cell. This type of love can do anything Only Time can tell.

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It can be casual It can be vacant It can be drunk It can be meaningless But when you find the Right One... It can be passionate It can be romantic It is meaningful It is perfect. It is like a drug Taking your mind and body out of this World And when you make that Sensual Connection you know That we are meant to be Locked and bonded together As One Forever

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Dec 2, 2013

Dec 2, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC

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It can be casual It can be vacant It can be drunk It can be meaningless But when you find the Right One... It can be passionate It can be romantic It is meaningful It is perfect. It is like a drug Taking your mind and body out of this World And when you make that Sensual Connection you know That we are meant to be Locked and bonded together As One Forever

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