ming-d-liu - Hello Poetry

You can fall in love with the way someone pours milk into their cereal, listening to the things they speak about when they sleep talk at three in the morning, and by watching them untangle earphones, which somehow seems to be their biggest challenge of the day. You can fall in love examining the face they make when they try to hold back laughter, if they put their head or their arms through a sweater first, and the way they shiver when it is 23 degrees outside and they are only wearing a leather jacket while drowning in a thick red scarf. You can fall in love. You can fall in love. You can fall in love. And you will fall in love with all of that.

0

Apr 2, 2014

Apr 2, 2014 at 7:32 PM UTC

#4

You can fall in love with the way someone pours milk into their cereal, listening to the things they speak about when they sleep talk at three in the morning, and by watching them untangle earphones, which somehow seems to be their biggest challenge of the day. You can fall in love examining the face they make when they try to hold back laughter, if they put their head or their arms through a sweater first, and the way they shiver when it is 23 degrees outside and they are only wearing a leather jacket while drowning in a thick red scarf. You can fall in love. You can fall in love. You can fall in love. And you will fall in love with all of that.

27

I want to take you on road trips and hold conversations under the big blue skies. I want to drive endlessly down empty roads in the middle of the night, park in the middle of nowhere so we can watch the stars shine. You are the only one that can call me at 3 AM and I will be more than okay with it for I would rather hear your voice than catch up on episodes that I’ve missed. Because when it comes to you the pieces just seem to fit. I can see galaxies in your eyes and hear waves crashing onshore whenever you speak. And I wish to tell you that I think the one for you, is me

0

Mar 23, 2014

Mar 23, 2014 at 10:46 PM UTC

#3

I want to take you on road trips and hold conversations under the big blue skies. I want to drive endlessly down empty roads in the middle of the night, park in the middle of nowhere so we can watch the stars shine. You are the only one that can call me at 3 AM and I will be more than okay with it for I would rather hear your voice than catch up on episodes that I’ve missed. Because when it comes to you the pieces just seem to fit. I can see galaxies in your eyes and hear waves crashing onshore whenever you speak. And I wish to tell you that I think the one for you, is me

23

Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend, aside from a paper and pen. If it’s a only a small river, we see a massive sea and when they turn around, we watch them leave. There is one cloud but we see the whole sky, they say hellos and we only hear that one goodbye. Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend, we don't notice beginnings, we write of the end.

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 7:59 PM UTC

#2

Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend, aside from a paper and pen. If it’s a only a small river, we see a massive sea and when they turn around, we watch them leave. There is one cloud but we see the whole sky, they say hellos and we only hear that one goodbye. Exaggeration is a writer’s best friend, we don't notice beginnings, we write of the end.

12

Even though you are the one who left me stranded and short of breath, I still wish you were here to hold my hands while I am going through this sea of troubles I am drowning in. I wish you were here to teach me how to swim.

0

Mar 17, 2014

Mar 17, 2014 at 1:30 AM UTC

#1

Even though you are the one who left me stranded and short of breath, I still wish you were here to hold my hands while I am going through this sea of troubles I am drowning in. I wish you were here to teach me how to swim.

15