maggieYCW - Hello Poetry

When I am with you I don't wanna talk about politics. I wanna talk about the universe within me. Something that's bigger than us, something also selfish. With you i'm selfish, you brought out the best and worst in me. I wanna talk about the things with immediacy philosophy, literature and poetry. I used to love to discuss politics, the collision between different ideologies. But now i just want to know everything, Everything about you, your nerves, your cells, Is a whole new world to me. Read me the love song of J.Alfred Prufrock Let us go then, you and I To the nearest park and blend me in.

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Jun 14, 2019

Jun 14, 2019 at 2:42 AM UTC

Tyler

When I am with you I don't wanna talk about politics. I wanna talk about the universe within me. Something that's bigger than us, something also selfish. With you i'm selfish, you brought out the best and worst in me. I wanna talk about the things with immediacy philosophy, literature and poetry. I used to love to discuss politics, the collision between different ideologies. But now i just want to know everything, Everything about you, your nerves, your cells, Is a whole new world to me. Read me the love song of J.Alfred Prufrock Let us go then, you and I To the nearest park and blend me in.

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Dear, I'm writing at my desk. Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance. It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin. It's the lingering coldness in early March. Remnant snow The glimpse of sunset on the D.C. bound train Purple and Red We're holding hands. Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West People watching and lunch with my friend People in suits as they hustle here and there I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away. Orange and Yellow Leaves Twirl White and Blue Frosty snow I love you, but I gotta go.

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Mar 29, 2019

Mar 29, 2019 at 3:33 AM UTC

Washington, D.C.{A Love Letter}

Dear, I'm writing at my desk. Suddenly I smell the air of fragrance. It's cherry blossom in D.C. by the Tidal Basin. It's the lingering coldness in early March. Remnant snow The glimpse of sunset on the D.C. bound train Purple and Red We're holding hands. Smell of fresh grass near Farragut West People watching and lunch with my friend People in suits as they hustle here and there I wish to be one of them. Now I am but I'm also away. Orange and Yellow Leaves Twirl White and Blue Frosty snow I love you, but I gotta go.

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It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol. My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront. Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo

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Feb 12, 2019

Feb 12, 2019 at 5:04 AM UTC

Summer-A State of Mind

It almost feels like summer, breeze at the dusk, killing mosquitoes. It feels like Taking a stroll on National Mall, On a summer night in front of Lincoln Memorial. Playing Frisbee riding bike On the meadow in front of the Capitol. My summer in the capital With you, him and her and them and myself alone It feels like the humidity in the swamp, with jazz playing in the background It smells like crab cake and french toast, out from the diners I frequent It looks like the summer sky, cloudless, your eyes The meadow the ducks, summer dress and birkenstock. Brunch, breeze and bike, followed by more bike rides along the riverfront. Sitting on the marble stairs of the Supreme Court Dipping toes in Reflection Pool Summer in D.C. oh how I much do I miss you and adore Summer is a state of mind and so does love But you never fail to give me the feelings of those above.xxoo

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In front of the Union Station on a cold December day, were us sitting. Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips and it was only 40F degree. You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs quietly eating Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me Winter in Washington, D.C. Oh it was never too cold for me Because I had you Sharing chips with me.

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Jan 9, 2019

Jan 9, 2019 at 2:32 AM UTC

In front of the Union Station

In front of the Union Station on a cold December day, were us sitting. Watching people come and go, fallen leaves turn and twirl, travelers and tourists rushing along We were having Potbelly sandwich, meatballs and chips and it was only 40F degree. You and me, with a homeless man on the fountain stairs quietly eating Winter sun was shinning , a warm 40F degree day for me Winter in Washington, D.C. Oh it was never too cold for me Because I had you Sharing chips with me.

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Fall on the east coast Blue Honda Civic Drives me through Annapolis Chesapeake bay,cornmaze and crab cake Winter on the east coast From South Maryland ,to DC to PA Black Ford Explorer that took me to all these wonderlands Snow in without a fireplace I ponder , staring at the snow on the grass When will you be back?When will you Let sun shine through my face again?

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Nov 12, 2018

Nov 12, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC

Winter on the east coast

Fall on the east coast Blue Honda Civic Drives me through Annapolis Chesapeake bay,cornmaze and crab cake Winter on the east coast From South Maryland ,to DC to PA Black Ford Explorer that took me to all these wonderlands Snow in without a fireplace I ponder , staring at the snow on the grass When will you be back?When will you Let sun shine through my face again?

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On that misty day we were walking through the traffic Standing at the cross road just waiting For the light to turn green We walked and walked and saw a baby I waved at him, he smiled back at me We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating I said something funny You cracked up so much Then you stared at me I went back to eating Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry But I see that you're still staring at me With a grin I said What?You said Nothing! We walked and walked and sat on a bench Some old people were doing Tai-chi We made out but don't want them to notice I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing. You asked me not to write you in my poems But since I still have some Mcflurry left Would you wanna share it?

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Oct 11, 2018

Oct 11, 2018 at 10:39 AM UTC

Mcflurry

On that misty day we were walking through the traffic Standing at the cross road just waiting For the light to turn green We walked and walked and saw a baby I waved at him, he smiled back at me We were talking with our Mcflurries on our knees Sometimes I just buried my face in it pretend I was eating I said something funny You cracked up so much Then you stared at me I went back to eating Mcflurries are melting so I gotta hurry But I see that you're still staring at me With a grin I said What?You said Nothing! We walked and walked and sat on a bench Some old people were doing Tai-chi We made out but don't want them to notice I looked you in the eyes, you asked what?I said Nothing. You asked me not to write you in my poems But since I still have some Mcflurry left Would you wanna share it?

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Winter snow, crispy leaves in fall It's you it's him but none are my business Love , hate and remorse Weeks, months and years Irretrievable moments we own The syllables in my throat The words dangling by my lips Wind of fall, twirling leaves The thoughts dancing as we stroll down the road Spring blossom, lingering cold and chunky coat Remnant snow, rosy glow and kids on the Mall You are my most ridiculous romance Love, hate and remorse .

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Oct 2, 2018

Oct 2, 2018 at 5:41 AM UTC

You're my most ridiculous romance

Winter snow, crispy leaves in fall It's you it's him but none are my business Love , hate and remorse Weeks, months and years Irretrievable moments we own The syllables in my throat The words dangling by my lips Wind of fall, twirling leaves The thoughts dancing as we stroll down the road Spring blossom, lingering cold and chunky coat Remnant snow, rosy glow and kids on the Mall You are my most ridiculous romance Love, hate and remorse .

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I already have certain years that constitute my life CT, MA to NY All the tiny things I did Shape me into this version of me Writing on a laptop at night Yes, I feel like I have seen enough things Done a lot, good at being broken- hearted Maybe could've broken more hearts. Truth is, probably not. I learn to accept fate as they come Yes, sometimes I try to veer it towards the way I want But life is never about Achieving what you want Rather, use the things you got And turn it into everlasting , mesmerizing Splendid sparks. Am I cheesy being only 26? Or you're sneering at me, Ha you're not that young? I look up for a sign and an inspirational quote To only see myself in the mirror smiling back and the past ghosts at the end of the tunnel He said he does not want a relationship I said I don't want my future baby to have ugly teeth He said he will marry me for a million But I said I don't want our baby to go to Harvard He said, ***** Harvard!What about Princeton?

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Sep 26, 2018

Sep 26, 2018 at 12:14 AM UTC

New England Summer

I already have certain years that constitute my life CT, MA to NY All the tiny things I did Shape me into this version of me Writing on a laptop at night Yes, I feel like I have seen enough things Done a lot, good at being broken- hearted Maybe could've broken more hearts. Truth is, probably not. I learn to accept fate as they come Yes, sometimes I try to veer it towards the way I want But life is never about Achieving what you want Rather, use the things you got And turn it into everlasting , mesmerizing Splendid sparks. Am I cheesy being only 26? Or you're sneering at me, Ha you're not that young? I look up for a sign and an inspirational quote To only see myself in the mirror smiling back and the past ghosts at the end of the tunnel He said he does not want a relationship I said I don't want my future baby to have ugly teeth He said he will marry me for a million But I said I don't want our baby to go to Harvard He said, ***** Harvard!What about Princeton?

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Do I always have to be heart broken to write something great? Can I ever settle down without being bland? All these guys I date, with whom I've shared a bed either fuel up or dry down my energy to create. Too many guys with names that start with M. too many uncontrollable goodbyes that I hate. Oh Matt you're one of them, one that I tried to hold onto , but in vain. Life is life and no one knows what lies ahead, so for now, I will just put my head on your chest, then we can drink some tea and go to a play.

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Jul 12, 2018

Jul 12, 2018 at 11:47 PM UTC

Matthew

Do I always have to be heart broken to write something great? Can I ever settle down without being bland? All these guys I date, with whom I've shared a bed either fuel up or dry down my energy to create. Too many guys with names that start with M. too many uncontrollable goodbyes that I hate. Oh Matt you're one of them, one that I tried to hold onto , but in vain. Life is life and no one knows what lies ahead, so for now, I will just put my head on your chest, then we can drink some tea and go to a play.

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He's probably the closest thing to love I feel him in me. I would love to be with him but now know that I don't have to. Cause he's love and I feel him. He's the closest thing to freedom The view of clear blue sky from my caged life His eyes. He's the closest thing to sun, Radiates and warms me up. He's the closest thing to summer nights, liberated and fun. He is love, he is freedom and the sun. He's heartache, raindrops and rainbows after storms He is the closest thing to my heart and a boyfriend.

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Mar 14, 2018

Mar 14, 2018 at 12:03 AM UTC

He's probably the closest ...

He's probably the closest thing to love I feel him in me. I would love to be with him but now know that I don't have to. Cause he's love and I feel him. He's the closest thing to freedom The view of clear blue sky from my caged life His eyes. He's the closest thing to sun, Radiates and warms me up. He's the closest thing to summer nights, liberated and fun. He is love, he is freedom and the sun. He's heartache, raindrops and rainbows after storms He is the closest thing to my heart and a boyfriend.

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