nathan-sun - Hello Poetry

Lately, it’s been my consciouses job to constantly remind me that i don’t need you What we had is but a dead relative, or pet. You can reminisce on them, and remember all the great times and laughter you had once shared with them. But **** it, they’re dead, they’re gone and being sad about it is a waste of emotion It’s been my own ******* job to remind myself I DO NOT NEED YOU i’ve come to terms with reality soon i will forget who you are and as will you with me until then, ill be in pursuit of the pieces to put myself back together

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Sep 2, 2014

Sep 2, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC

nathan-sun

Renaissance

Lately, it’s been my consciouses job to constantly remind me that i don’t need you What we had is but a dead relative, or pet. You can reminisce on them, and remember all the great times and laughter you had once shared with them. But **** it, they’re dead, they’re gone and being sad about it is a waste of emotion It’s been my own ******* job to remind myself I DO NOT NEED YOU i’ve come to terms with reality soon i will forget who you are and as will you with me until then, ill be in pursuit of the pieces to put myself back together

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the only thing in the world I could ask for right now is to bring you into my arms and feel you softly breathe into my neck but I'm stuck in the confinement of seeing you maybe once a month and the best thing I can do is clutch this shirt that smells like you and wish that you were in my presence but it's not enough no it's not e-fucking-nough and it's never gonna be so I guess you could say I'm about as good as this shirt. brings slight comfort. but it's never enough

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Jul 8, 2014

Jul 8, 2014 at 2:10 AM UTC

nathan-sun

Confined

the only thing in the world I could ask for right now is to bring you into my arms and feel you softly breathe into my neck but I'm stuck in the confinement of seeing you maybe once a month and the best thing I can do is clutch this shirt that smells like you and wish that you were in my presence but it's not enough no it's not e-fucking-nough and it's never gonna be so I guess you could say I'm about as good as this shirt. brings slight comfort. but it's never enough

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Lately You've been The only thing That makes me feel Not dead I can't say alive Because I can't call this living Breathing Eating But not living You make me feel as though I have a reason And for you I will do my best To live

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 1:16 AM UTC

nathan-sun

Not Dead

Lately You've been The only thing That makes me feel Not dead I can't say alive Because I can't call this living Breathing Eating But not living You make me feel as though I have a reason And for you I will do my best To live

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The first time I kissed a girl Was 6th grade I was nervous Palms drenched in sweat It was possibly the most awkward moment of my 12 year old life There was other kisses But it wasn't until about a week into freshmen year I truly kissed a girl We sat face to face Talking Laughing Our eyes locked Slowly my eyes ran down her face and to her lips Out of the blue I introduced my lips to hers It was then that I realized that there's a difference between a kiss, and touching your lips to someone else's I now knew what it felt like to be in sync with someone It made me realize that the best things in life aren't ever planned "What the **** just happened" "I don't know, but I think it needs to happen again"

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Jul 6, 2014

Jul 6, 2014 at 1:14 AM UTC

nathan-sun

I Think it Needs to Happen Again

The first time I kissed a girl Was 6th grade I was nervous Palms drenched in sweat It was possibly the most awkward moment of my 12 year old life There was other kisses But it wasn't until about a week into freshmen year I truly kissed a girl We sat face to face Talking Laughing Our eyes locked Slowly my eyes ran down her face and to her lips Out of the blue I introduced my lips to hers It was then that I realized that there's a difference between a kiss, and touching your lips to someone else's I now knew what it felt like to be in sync with someone It made me realize that the best things in life aren't ever planned "What the **** just happened" "I don't know, but I think it needs to happen again"

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Lately thinking about her has become more of a chore Lately, I haven't slept, because I know when I lay down she'll be the first thing that comes to mind. Lately, I've tried to avoid her in my brain because you're pain, but I can't Lately, when I address her in my writing I've been using "her" instead of "you" because I don't want to trick myself into thinking we still talk Lately, I've thought way too much Lately, I can't breathe without her

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Jul 3, 2014

Jul 3, 2014 at 12:01 AM UTC

nathan-sun

As of Late

Lately thinking about her has become more of a chore Lately, I haven't slept, because I know when I lay down she'll be the first thing that comes to mind. Lately, I've tried to avoid her in my brain because you're pain, but I can't Lately, when I address her in my writing I've been using "her" instead of "you" because I don't want to trick myself into thinking we still talk Lately, I've thought way too much Lately, I can't breathe without her

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I look ahead and I see clearly But I feel as though something's missing A piece of me I left behind. That feeling when you're getting ready to leave And you feel like you don't have something but you can't quite place what it is you forgot You search frantically For this "thing" that you still can't identify Soon you realize you're gonna be late And you have to move on without what you need

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 11:27 PM UTC

nathan-sun

You're Gonna Be Late

I look ahead and I see clearly But I feel as though something's missing A piece of me I left behind. That feeling when you're getting ready to leave And you feel like you don't have something but you can't quite place what it is you forgot You search frantically For this "thing" that you still can't identify Soon you realize you're gonna be late And you have to move on without what you need

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I admire your hands how your ring presses against the inside of my ring finger when we lock hands. the softness of your palms and the way your hand slowly runs into fingers like small tributaries running from it's mother stream the way they move in unison with mine. how it feels when I connect my fingertips to yours. I could sit next to you all day and simply admire your beautiful hands.

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 6:18 PM UTC

nathan-sun

Untitled

I admire your hands how your ring presses against the inside of my ring finger when we lock hands. the softness of your palms and the way your hand slowly runs into fingers like small tributaries running from it's mother stream the way they move in unison with mine. how it feels when I connect my fingertips to yours. I could sit next to you all day and simply admire your beautiful hands.

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I exert every muscle Into opening that iron hydraulic door I step in My sister follows The smell of coffee Has now stained the air I dash through the front office As thought it's not there I make myself welcome To the dark leather couch In the business room For now everything feels harmless Everything feels fine Little did I know the sadness That held this building by its heart I dig through the tubs Of old used items Everything here was magic Something about that building made Me feel safe When I'm told it's time to go home Sadness filled my chest I clung to my beloved couch It's funny how When you're a kid You fantasize about growing up Now I yearn to be a kid again I wish I could be On my leather couch Smelling the coffee I want nothing more than that

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Jul 1, 2014

Jul 1, 2014 at 2:40 PM UTC

nathan-sun

Untitled

I exert every muscle Into opening that iron hydraulic door I step in My sister follows The smell of coffee Has now stained the air I dash through the front office As thought it's not there I make myself welcome To the dark leather couch In the business room For now everything feels harmless Everything feels fine Little did I know the sadness That held this building by its heart I dig through the tubs Of old used items Everything here was magic Something about that building made Me feel safe When I'm told it's time to go home Sadness filled my chest I clung to my beloved couch It's funny how When you're a kid You fantasize about growing up Now I yearn to be a kid again I wish I could be On my leather couch Smelling the coffee I want nothing more than that

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