joshua-adi - Hello Poetry

Et alia Everything happens for a purpose The first glance The first touch The first kiss Sometimes in life God adds a person in your life that changes your life significantly It amazes me how many times one can wake up and the first thoughts that come to mind is about that person You constantly think about the first glance that occurred the first touch you both felt the first kiss you both shared It makes you wonder how it is possible that God could allow you to be with some one so amazing I wonder That is why I try to cherish every moment I can get Every glance that can occur Every touch that I can feel Every kiss that we both share I just can't take little things for granted Like saying happy birthday "God gave us the gift of life, it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well." Voltaire

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Apr 3, 2014

Apr 3, 2014 at 1:49 PM UTC

Et al.

Et alia Everything happens for a purpose The first glance The first touch The first kiss Sometimes in life God adds a person in your life that changes your life significantly It amazes me how many times one can wake up and the first thoughts that come to mind is about that person You constantly think about the first glance that occurred the first touch you both felt the first kiss you both shared It makes you wonder how it is possible that God could allow you to be with some one so amazing I wonder That is why I try to cherish every moment I can get Every glance that can occur Every touch that I can feel Every kiss that we both share I just can't take little things for granted Like saying happy birthday "God gave us the gift of life, it is up to us to give ourselves the gift of living well." Voltaire

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I look at her She looks at me Our fingers are interlocked She draws closer And I'm frozen Time holds its breath Her eyes draw me closer I cannot refuse Her lips touch mine Mine touch hers My mind is blank For I am under a spell A spell I will never beak Or even attempt to The spell of my Valentine.

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Feb 14, 2014

Feb 14, 2014 at 1:11 AM UTC

The Kiss of my Valentine

I look at her She looks at me Our fingers are interlocked She draws closer And I'm frozen Time holds its breath Her eyes draw me closer I cannot refuse Her lips touch mine Mine touch hers My mind is blank For I am under a spell A spell I will never beak Or even attempt to The spell of my Valentine.

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I look at you, I breathe you in, I feel you. Who gave me such a right? I know not. Certainly not the God almighty above. How dare I look upon a being whose beauty rivals the angels above? How dare I think that I could wish to be with someone as yourself? But yet I dare for the main fact that I cannot let such a fallen angel as yourself be unaccompanied even with your brief time here. Yes I dare and in that dare I’ve drawn close to you. It’s not just the pureness in beauty. It’s not just the hair, lips or body. It’s the embodiment of a being so pure and innocent that it compels me to draw close to you. Our meeting wasn’t by mistake and every moment with you, I hope and pray it will not be our last. In every aspect imaginable you are perfect. You yourself may disagree but in every imperfection I see perfection. I hope our time together never ceases or falters. We may have our ups and downs but it’s only this coaster we call life. I pray it never ends. I pray we never end. 10/12/13

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Feb 11, 2014

Feb 11, 2014 at 11:00 PM UTC

The Embodiment of an Angel

I look at you, I breathe you in, I feel you. Who gave me such a right? I know not. Certainly not the God almighty above. How dare I look upon a being whose beauty rivals the angels above? How dare I think that I could wish to be with someone as yourself? But yet I dare for the main fact that I cannot let such a fallen angel as yourself be unaccompanied even with your brief time here. Yes I dare and in that dare I’ve drawn close to you. It’s not just the pureness in beauty. It’s not just the hair, lips or body. It’s the embodiment of a being so pure and innocent that it compels me to draw close to you. Our meeting wasn’t by mistake and every moment with you, I hope and pray it will not be our last. In every aspect imaginable you are perfect. You yourself may disagree but in every imperfection I see perfection. I hope our time together never ceases or falters. We may have our ups and downs but it’s only this coaster we call life. I pray it never ends. I pray we never end. 10/12/13

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I'm lying here thinking about you, about us. I think about the fun things we did, the time there was no rush. To become something we were not, and the future? You think I forgot? It just wasn't the case, you and I. Forever and ever I will try to be everything you want me to be. In this moment, this pixel of reality. Is where we will stay, forever and a day. I'll be here with you.

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Feb 3, 2014

Feb 3, 2014 at 1:59 AM UTC

With you

I'm lying here thinking about you, about us. I think about the fun things we did, the time there was no rush. To become something we were not, and the future? You think I forgot? It just wasn't the case, you and I. Forever and ever I will try to be everything you want me to be. In this moment, this pixel of reality. Is where we will stay, forever and a day. I'll be here with you.

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The way you think to me just doesn't make sense. One second you want to talk, but then the next? Nothing but silence. I sometimes feel as if I’m nothing more than a pet that’s compliant. You think I feel nothing, but it’s really not the case. I sometimes think why we talk in the first place. You get me mad on purpose and you think that it’s cool And half the time you think I’m a fool. But then you do something wonderful and I rethink my thoughts. The reason I was mad? Well I guess I forgot. But why do you do it? Why is it cool? That you put me in a position where I look like a fool. Is it how I look? Is it how I dress? The way you look at me, you think I’m mess. I just know it. And you think you don’t show it And the necklace I got you I think I’ll just hold it. So I’m not angry or going on defense, it’s just… The way you think to me just doesn't make sense.

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 10:19 PM UTC

Her mind

The way you think to me just doesn't make sense. One second you want to talk, but then the next? Nothing but silence. I sometimes feel as if I’m nothing more than a pet that’s compliant. You think I feel nothing, but it’s really not the case. I sometimes think why we talk in the first place. You get me mad on purpose and you think that it’s cool And half the time you think I’m a fool. But then you do something wonderful and I rethink my thoughts. The reason I was mad? Well I guess I forgot. But why do you do it? Why is it cool? That you put me in a position where I look like a fool. Is it how I look? Is it how I dress? The way you look at me, you think I’m mess. I just know it. And you think you don’t show it And the necklace I got you I think I’ll just hold it. So I’m not angry or going on defense, it’s just… The way you think to me just doesn't make sense.

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I’m walking The ground is muddy, my clothes are soggy. It’s raining. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The sky is gray, the ground is wet and the trees are bare except for one nest. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I look at my phone, it’s almost dead But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I’m walking And I hear a noise. I turn and see a bird lying on the cold, wet ground just praying to die. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I hear another sound I turn and see a fox stalking the hurt bird. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The fox grows closer to the bird. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The bird squeaks. I stop. I turn around and walk back and pick up the bird. I find its nest and place it there. I continue walking. I don’t know where I’m going. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going.

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Feb 2, 2014

Feb 2, 2014 at 6:38 PM UTC

The path of life

I’m walking The ground is muddy, my clothes are soggy. It’s raining. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The sky is gray, the ground is wet and the trees are bare except for one nest. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I look at my phone, it’s almost dead But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I’m walking And I hear a noise. I turn and see a bird lying on the cold, wet ground just praying to die. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. I hear another sound I turn and see a fox stalking the hurt bird. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The fox grows closer to the bird. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going. The bird squeaks. I stop. I turn around and walk back and pick up the bird. I find its nest and place it there. I continue walking. I don’t know where I’m going. But I can’t stop, I have to keep going.

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