minx-1 - Hello Poetry

You're a dreamer. Lids like lamp lights. Flickering on and off. Lofty ideas lifting lids heavy when you would sometimes rather dream the day away. Cheeks like pillows balanced by a moon crest smile. Whispers of hair woven at the peak of you to keep your thoughts warm. Body waxing and waning, rising and falling, ever expanding like the dreams you are dreaming. Dream Visions vividly painted. Etched in the lines in the palm of your hand. Where your hand meets with mine.

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Sep 22, 2015

Sep 22, 2015 at 11:16 PM UTC

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You're a dreamer. Lids like lamp lights. Flickering on and off. Lofty ideas lifting lids heavy when you would sometimes rather dream the day away. Cheeks like pillows balanced by a moon crest smile. Whispers of hair woven at the peak of you to keep your thoughts warm. Body waxing and waning, rising and falling, ever expanding like the dreams you are dreaming. Dream Visions vividly painted. Etched in the lines in the palm of your hand. Where your hand meets with mine.

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I wish to be like a quiet morning in a shaded room, sleepy eyed; the smell of green and the steady drip and hum of the outside world after a soft spring shower. A cool calm, a sleepy warmth, and the energetic pulse of the day to come, all at once. A place for you to lay your head and dream of dreams that wishfully come to.

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Aug 22, 2014

Aug 22, 2014 at 4:00 AM UTC

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I wish to be like a quiet morning in a shaded room, sleepy eyed; the smell of green and the steady drip and hum of the outside world after a soft spring shower. A cool calm, a sleepy warmth, and the energetic pulse of the day to come, all at once. A place for you to lay your head and dream of dreams that wishfully come to.

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With the first bite of the frost you come to me Quiet and cool as you awake from the warm haze Shivering I watch you dance in the shadows I embrace your light Watch it drip off of you like fire I taste you on my tongue I feel you in my breath You are vibrant

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Oct 6, 2013

Oct 6, 2013 at 1:21 PM UTC

Autumn

With the first bite of the frost you come to me Quiet and cool as you awake from the warm haze Shivering I watch you dance in the shadows I embrace your light Watch it drip off of you like fire I taste you on my tongue I feel you in my breath You are vibrant

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There was the summer I lost myself in the uniqueness of you. Then, reunited again with the warmth, I discovered myself in the uniqueness of me.

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Sep 7, 2013

Sep 7, 2013 at 4:46 PM UTC

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There was the summer I lost myself in the uniqueness of you. Then, reunited again with the warmth, I discovered myself in the uniqueness of me.

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He said he likes the way I see the world How I frame my mind Flecks of silver in my eyes Childlike with wise reflection Count the quiet sequence of the days And illuminating ways I light up with the feeling of The sun holding in its hands my face When I stretch my limbs And fall right in Catch the rain drops on my spine And taste his skin Fade into the earth Connect, find rebirth Let it fill me from within

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Sep 3, 2013

Sep 3, 2013 at 7:18 PM UTC

to the sun

He said he likes the way I see the world How I frame my mind Flecks of silver in my eyes Childlike with wise reflection Count the quiet sequence of the days And illuminating ways I light up with the feeling of The sun holding in its hands my face When I stretch my limbs And fall right in Catch the rain drops on my spine And taste his skin Fade into the earth Connect, find rebirth Let it fill me from within

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Like a bed of flowers, Each always extending itself further than the other, I want to be the one that reaches the sun.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 1:36 AM UTC

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Like a bed of flowers, Each always extending itself further than the other, I want to be the one that reaches the sun.

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Gaze at the turn of events myself lost in translation A purging of the mind A long awaited ************ that leaves me breathless with little sensation but a warm body with coldly felt inclinations Turn over repeat Thighs apart take the heat Turn over repeat Want of lust Love the sheets

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 1:33 AM UTC

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Gaze at the turn of events myself lost in translation A purging of the mind A long awaited ************ that leaves me breathless with little sensation but a warm body with coldly felt inclinations Turn over repeat Thighs apart take the heat Turn over repeat Want of lust Love the sheets

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The feeling like the razor sharp noise of a fan blade scraping across the inner surface of your scull. Hallowing out a cavity. Leaving a space for those wintery cold thoughts to ice over inches above the current, solidify themselves, just the same as the concrete numbness in one who feels frozen feet but remains trembling at the spine. A shivering transference of short circuiting energy and no wonder your hands shake so balancing on pins and needles. Wobbly knees. Graceful feathered voice.

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Feb 3, 2013

Feb 3, 2013 at 1:28 AM UTC

I am winter.

The feeling like the razor sharp noise of a fan blade scraping across the inner surface of your scull. Hallowing out a cavity. Leaving a space for those wintery cold thoughts to ice over inches above the current, solidify themselves, just the same as the concrete numbness in one who feels frozen feet but remains trembling at the spine. A shivering transference of short circuiting energy and no wonder your hands shake so balancing on pins and needles. Wobbly knees. Graceful feathered voice.

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life's trivial in the way it ebbs and flows, moving in between your thighs, flowing and rapidly thrusting upwards, forcing you to regurgitate thoughts which careen momentarily in your mind before being expelled from your mouth after you've gasped for air it's the carbon dioxide you release that you allow to dance past your lips, along your wrists & around fingertips before its diluted, sparing the conscience further shame, robbing a moment of self-reflection. after all, should you indulge in the sweetness of life with eyes too far open, you will fall ill eventually & you'll purge in one way or another the pollution that was once masked as pure mint-like oxygen or a sweet serpentine tongue trying to wrap it's way around the crevices of your body, tempting you, only to constrict moments later and swallow you whole. This is why i count as I exhale.

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Jan 4, 2013

Jan 4, 2013 at 11:30 AM UTC

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life's trivial in the way it ebbs and flows, moving in between your thighs, flowing and rapidly thrusting upwards, forcing you to regurgitate thoughts which careen momentarily in your mind before being expelled from your mouth after you've gasped for air it's the carbon dioxide you release that you allow to dance past your lips, along your wrists & around fingertips before its diluted, sparing the conscience further shame, robbing a moment of self-reflection. after all, should you indulge in the sweetness of life with eyes too far open, you will fall ill eventually & you'll purge in one way or another the pollution that was once masked as pure mint-like oxygen or a sweet serpentine tongue trying to wrap it's way around the crevices of your body, tempting you, only to constrict moments later and swallow you whole. This is why i count as I exhale.

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A girl whose gas tank's always empty, A boy's hands, so unsure & unsteady, A radial feeling, grinding teeth, grinding bodies, A passive release because it's all much too heavy His sleepy voice, though you know the words Voices had once spoken but lessons not learned Muffled by the moaning & moving of parts Oh, to touch the rose petal body but, To never reach the heart.

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Feb 16, 2012

Feb 16, 2012 at 12:34 AM UTC

To Never Reach the Heart

A girl whose gas tank's always empty, A boy's hands, so unsure & unsteady, A radial feeling, grinding teeth, grinding bodies, A passive release because it's all much too heavy His sleepy voice, though you know the words Voices had once spoken but lessons not learned Muffled by the moaning & moving of parts Oh, to touch the rose petal body but, To never reach the heart.

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