logan-lafleche - Hello Poetry

I want a love that I’ll be able to tell my grandchildren about… A thousand chapters long… Every word as though it were a heartbeat, Or maybe like the melody in a song. I want to dance through life, Hand in hand… Endless spins, twirls and laughter Together we will live happily ever after. I want a man to hold me while holding my soul, Not only to feel the warmth in my skin, but The warmth I embody around him. I want him to feel how fragile, Tender, And loving I can be. And for every blink He will not think that he Can’t trust me. I want him to look beyond the beauty He thinks I obtain, And instead find out every secret That remains. I want a man to gently touch my cheeks, And fill me with all the knowledge he wishes to speak. No time wasted. Every second counts. So most importantly, I want a love that makes my heart bounce, Out of my chest and into the ocean. Now this is important, This is key... My love runs deeper than the trenches in the sea. I want our footprints to remain Imprinted in the crystals of sand. Traveling alongside each other, Who needs a wedding band? I want a love that doesn't have to prove anything, Just to love and be loved would mean everything.

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Mar 21, 2014

Mar 21, 2014 at 12:00 AM UTC

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I want a love that I’ll be able to tell my grandchildren about… A thousand chapters long… Every word as though it were a heartbeat, Or maybe like the melody in a song. I want to dance through life, Hand in hand… Endless spins, twirls and laughter Together we will live happily ever after. I want a man to hold me while holding my soul, Not only to feel the warmth in my skin, but The warmth I embody around him. I want him to feel how fragile, Tender, And loving I can be. And for every blink He will not think that he Can’t trust me. I want him to look beyond the beauty He thinks I obtain, And instead find out every secret That remains. I want a man to gently touch my cheeks, And fill me with all the knowledge he wishes to speak. No time wasted. Every second counts. So most importantly, I want a love that makes my heart bounce, Out of my chest and into the ocean. Now this is important, This is key... My love runs deeper than the trenches in the sea. I want our footprints to remain Imprinted in the crystals of sand. Traveling alongside each other, Who needs a wedding band? I want a love that doesn't have to prove anything, Just to love and be loved would mean everything.

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You say I'm strong, But my bones feel brittle. You say I'm a women, But I wish I was a child. You say I'm independent, And I agree. You say do this, But I do that. You say I'm making a mistake, But I will prove you wrong. You say I've changed, But who are you to judge me? You say don't cry, But I do. You say smile, But I feel blue. You say love, But I say that's for fools. You say I'm beautiful, But if this were true... You'd accept me For everything that I do.

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Dec 12, 2013

Dec 12, 2013 at 10:22 AM UTC

You say...

You say I'm strong, But my bones feel brittle. You say I'm a women, But I wish I was a child. You say I'm independent, And I agree. You say do this, But I do that. You say I'm making a mistake, But I will prove you wrong. You say I've changed, But who are you to judge me? You say don't cry, But I do. You say smile, But I feel blue. You say love, But I say that's for fools. You say I'm beautiful, But if this were true... You'd accept me For everything that I do.

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Cold, dark, and lonely.. I spread my toes out in front of me, Stretching erratically on my bedroom floor. Frantically, I grab things, anything. To keep myself distracted. Something to bound me away from my worries, my fears, my regrets. You. Sweat builds, and a red, inescapable rash, consumes my face. Choking my innocence. Digesting my happiness. I'm pulling away, at what I love, at what I want most in this entire ******* world. And I'm scraping you off like a scab. Away you'll go, quick, and easy to forget. For now. But you'll remain as a scar, tearing at my skin, a surfacing pain inside my mind. I can't forget you. I won't forget you. That is why, you must go.

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Dec 11, 2013

Dec 11, 2013 at 6:50 PM UTC

Scab.

Cold, dark, and lonely.. I spread my toes out in front of me, Stretching erratically on my bedroom floor. Frantically, I grab things, anything. To keep myself distracted. Something to bound me away from my worries, my fears, my regrets. You. Sweat builds, and a red, inescapable rash, consumes my face. Choking my innocence. Digesting my happiness. I'm pulling away, at what I love, at what I want most in this entire ******* world. And I'm scraping you off like a scab. Away you'll go, quick, and easy to forget. For now. But you'll remain as a scar, tearing at my skin, a surfacing pain inside my mind. I can't forget you. I won't forget you. That is why, you must go.

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A streak of sunlight closes in on the surface of my lavish, ocean-colored eyes. They twinkle and gather with more intensity, the sun fueling the blues and greens to shine only brighter than before. My long, straight hair is furiously whipped around my face, as I open the cars passenger window wider. And they're you are to my left, smiling and at peace. I can't help but think, this is all I need. I grab your hand, intertwining our fingers, electrifying my senses, to be connected with you is almost as good as.... ... your lips, plump and soft, they fit perfectly with mine, I hope never to say goodbye to them. A touch, your touch, throws me off the edge... I feel like I am flying, and you're the one lifting me off the ground, never would I want to leave this. A tickle, a giggle, and a laugh later there is no one in the world but you and I. I would trade nothing for this precious moment. Smile's are exchanged, I know I like the taste of yours. Jump in head first to my world, don't hold back, let the sun in your eyes, let it swim through your colors, swim through your mind and smile.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 6:25 PM UTC

Smile.

A streak of sunlight closes in on the surface of my lavish, ocean-colored eyes. They twinkle and gather with more intensity, the sun fueling the blues and greens to shine only brighter than before. My long, straight hair is furiously whipped around my face, as I open the cars passenger window wider. And they're you are to my left, smiling and at peace. I can't help but think, this is all I need. I grab your hand, intertwining our fingers, electrifying my senses, to be connected with you is almost as good as.... ... your lips, plump and soft, they fit perfectly with mine, I hope never to say goodbye to them. A touch, your touch, throws me off the edge... I feel like I am flying, and you're the one lifting me off the ground, never would I want to leave this. A tickle, a giggle, and a laugh later there is no one in the world but you and I. I would trade nothing for this precious moment. Smile's are exchanged, I know I like the taste of yours. Jump in head first to my world, don't hold back, let the sun in your eyes, let it swim through your colors, swim through your mind and smile.

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Touching the edge of the ocean, Avon-by-the-sea nestles it cloak of secrets pressed on the faces of its residents that reside in their humble abodes. After somersaulting through life, a man by the name of William watches his grandchildren tumble through galaxies of vivacious imagination. They roll around in the painted grass, flying through the tainted sky. If only he could join them. Words of glossolalia spurt and spill out of his mouth as he try's to spit out the endearing words, "I love you," to his wife standing beside him. He turns to her, and her eyes began to bloat with pellets of liquid despair. Shamelessly he turns his head down. She quickly entangles their fingers together. Like a puzzle piece, they interconnect perfectly. The silence continues on.. but the love remains.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 6:12 PM UTC

If Only..

Touching the edge of the ocean, Avon-by-the-sea nestles it cloak of secrets pressed on the faces of its residents that reside in their humble abodes. After somersaulting through life, a man by the name of William watches his grandchildren tumble through galaxies of vivacious imagination. They roll around in the painted grass, flying through the tainted sky. If only he could join them. Words of glossolalia spurt and spill out of his mouth as he try's to spit out the endearing words, "I love you," to his wife standing beside him. He turns to her, and her eyes began to bloat with pellets of liquid despair. Shamelessly he turns his head down. She quickly entangles their fingers together. Like a puzzle piece, they interconnect perfectly. The silence continues on.. but the love remains.

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When you fall out of love, your soul drowns into a bath of suffocation. It wanders, lost in a realm of pain and heartache, worse than any imaginable nightmare. It questions its worth, in life, in reality... Some say it's a temporary wound that heals with time and experience. As the saying goes... "You have to go through the bad to get to the good." ... how ambiguous. How long will I have to wait? Will there be any good? How do I know this is true? It's not. This is a stab wound. Although it will heal. The scar tissue will always remain, leaving behind unforgettable moments in time that cannot be changed or replaced. I gave those moments to you. I gave my heart to you. I even let myself love you. You were safe and you made my soul feel beautiful. You made me feel as though nothing in the world could take me down... A ball of confidence I was... But most importantly... I felt happy. Why would you... want me to feel any other way? You said you loved me. And I guess, the hardest thing to come to terms with is... it meant nothing to you. It was just a passage of time, a short distance. But, I did learn something. I will never again fall in love until I'm ready to fall out of love.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 5:54 PM UTC

Falling Out of Love

When you fall out of love, your soul drowns into a bath of suffocation. It wanders, lost in a realm of pain and heartache, worse than any imaginable nightmare. It questions its worth, in life, in reality... Some say it's a temporary wound that heals with time and experience. As the saying goes... "You have to go through the bad to get to the good." ... how ambiguous. How long will I have to wait? Will there be any good? How do I know this is true? It's not. This is a stab wound. Although it will heal. The scar tissue will always remain, leaving behind unforgettable moments in time that cannot be changed or replaced. I gave those moments to you. I gave my heart to you. I even let myself love you. You were safe and you made my soul feel beautiful. You made me feel as though nothing in the world could take me down... A ball of confidence I was... But most importantly... I felt happy. Why would you... want me to feel any other way? You said you loved me. And I guess, the hardest thing to come to terms with is... it meant nothing to you. It was just a passage of time, a short distance. But, I did learn something. I will never again fall in love until I'm ready to fall out of love.

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I once knew a girl who's worries only wandered through fields of flowers who's life was a bubble of happiness that was indestructible who's hero; her father You are my father, you sat next to me in the field and kissed my cheek, you pushed me on the wooden swing set but then you ran away I once knew a girl who's worries turned into boys and she became more concerned... or more so obsessed with how much she weighed. You could see her happiness slipping away. You are my father I damage myself to impress you. Don't you see? Do you care? I am your slave, tell me what to do. I'll do anything. Your opinion is the only one that matters. I know a girl. She's lost. No longer is she the girl who skipped though fields of flowers. No longer is she hopeful. No longer is she happy. You are my father. You left me. You left my family. You were my hero. I used to dream of a love like yours and moms. You destroyed me from the inside out. You were a man, a husband, a girls hero - but not any longer.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 12:44 AM UTC

Once Upon a Time...

I once knew a girl who's worries only wandered through fields of flowers who's life was a bubble of happiness that was indestructible who's hero; her father You are my father, you sat next to me in the field and kissed my cheek, you pushed me on the wooden swing set but then you ran away I once knew a girl who's worries turned into boys and she became more concerned... or more so obsessed with how much she weighed. You could see her happiness slipping away. You are my father I damage myself to impress you. Don't you see? Do you care? I am your slave, tell me what to do. I'll do anything. Your opinion is the only one that matters. I know a girl. She's lost. No longer is she the girl who skipped though fields of flowers. No longer is she hopeful. No longer is she happy. You are my father. You left me. You left my family. You were my hero. I used to dream of a love like yours and moms. You destroyed me from the inside out. You were a man, a husband, a girls hero - but not any longer.

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I am an artist. I can make myself into something new every day. Imagine the possibilities you could innovate, Just let me know what you want. Here, flip through this magazine for some ideas, And tell me what you like best! It’s all about pleasing your audience anyways, It doesn't matter what I want, Nobody cares about that. They just want to see something pretty. I sculpt and paint imagery out of tools To end up with a fake canvas. Day to day I suppress myself with the lies. I chip and chisel, Dissect and carve, Bits and pieces, Until I’m left trembling, Just to be tossed away in the end. Splashes of red, And strokes of black ignite your appeal, And this is what you label as real? Hunger strikes itself through the bones Revealing its power through the limbs Of the body, eye sockets, sinking down, Down, Down. Death could possibly be the resemblance. What a terrible piece, a shame it is. Maybe just a few more tweaks, And it will at least look halfway decent. Trim down the sides, Thin out any extras, Fill in what is needed. Even just a tad more color, Then we have something. Time strolls by, A year soon passes, And one day I just happen to actually stop, And look at my masterpiece, But only for a moment. In the mirror, A reflection stares back at a wretched, Ghostly, Figure. Beads of liquid build up into my pallid eyes, Unable to contain the weight of their reasons any longer, Tears begin to burst, They trickle down my rose stained cheeks, Fueled by the absence of perfection, And I feel nothing. Needs more work.

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Dec 10, 2013

Dec 10, 2013 at 12:32 AM UTC

Self-Portrait

I am an artist. I can make myself into something new every day. Imagine the possibilities you could innovate, Just let me know what you want. Here, flip through this magazine for some ideas, And tell me what you like best! It’s all about pleasing your audience anyways, It doesn't matter what I want, Nobody cares about that. They just want to see something pretty. I sculpt and paint imagery out of tools To end up with a fake canvas. Day to day I suppress myself with the lies. I chip and chisel, Dissect and carve, Bits and pieces, Until I’m left trembling, Just to be tossed away in the end. Splashes of red, And strokes of black ignite your appeal, And this is what you label as real? Hunger strikes itself through the bones Revealing its power through the limbs Of the body, eye sockets, sinking down, Down, Down. Death could possibly be the resemblance. What a terrible piece, a shame it is. Maybe just a few more tweaks, And it will at least look halfway decent. Trim down the sides, Thin out any extras, Fill in what is needed. Even just a tad more color, Then we have something. Time strolls by, A year soon passes, And one day I just happen to actually stop, And look at my masterpiece, But only for a moment. In the mirror, A reflection stares back at a wretched, Ghostly, Figure. Beads of liquid build up into my pallid eyes, Unable to contain the weight of their reasons any longer, Tears begin to burst, They trickle down my rose stained cheeks, Fueled by the absence of perfection, And I feel nothing. Needs more work.

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