paul-d - Hello Poetry

I can't sleep when she's gone, because she's my reason for dreaming Half-way across the world, and my heart still beats with hers I can feel magnitudes of vibrations left by the whisper of her soul Because we're two halves of a star turned to dust, forever connected

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Aug 26, 2017

Aug 26, 2017 at 5:24 AM UTC

A cosmic ride.

I can't sleep when she's gone, because she's my reason for dreaming Half-way across the world, and my heart still beats with hers I can feel magnitudes of vibrations left by the whisper of her soul Because we're two halves of a star turned to dust, forever connected

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You drive each sense wild. Touching you Seeing you Hearing you Smelling you Tasting you... Each sending vibrations through my soul, as if yours is reaching for mine. Holding on Loving

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Apr 18, 2015

Apr 18, 2015 at 10:33 AM UTC

Senses

You drive each sense wild. Touching you Seeing you Hearing you Smelling you Tasting you... Each sending vibrations through my soul, as if yours is reaching for mine. Holding on Loving

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I’m tired of 1:43 The world around me goes fast The world around me goes slow I’m tired of 1:43 I’m tired of 1:44 I breath in I breath out I’m tired of 1:44 I’m tired of 1:45 The wind rustles outside my window The wind stops I’m tired of 1:45 As time goes by, I grow weary of the world Both of us moving parts in a bio-mechanical universe Large and small we play our parts A speck of dust we are in time A microbe in the body of the universe Yet, when I saw you, I felt large I felt like my tiny existence could have meaning That with you, I wasn't a speck of dust But a man longing for your love And when given that love... Hmmm. I love 1:46 Because I’m with you I love 1:46

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Sep 7, 2014

Sep 7, 2014 at 7:56 PM UTC

You...

I’m tired of 1:43 The world around me goes fast The world around me goes slow I’m tired of 1:43 I’m tired of 1:44 I breath in I breath out I’m tired of 1:44 I’m tired of 1:45 The wind rustles outside my window The wind stops I’m tired of 1:45 As time goes by, I grow weary of the world Both of us moving parts in a bio-mechanical universe Large and small we play our parts A speck of dust we are in time A microbe in the body of the universe Yet, when I saw you, I felt large I felt like my tiny existence could have meaning That with you, I wasn't a speck of dust But a man longing for your love And when given that love... Hmmm. I love 1:46 Because I’m with you I love 1:46

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If you go chasing white rabbits, you could fall down a rabbit hole, And enter a world like none other and take a stroll. Now you’re stuck in a Wonderland of malice, A place where we are all Mad Hatters, and we just killed Alice. So walk some more and go explore, Soon you’ll find that the Queen is just a ***** You can wish to get out of a land like this, But it brings you a little bliss. It seems like you’re getting a disturbing little smirk, Because you realize you have this twisted kind of quirk. Where the idea of pain, Has become very plain, So you decide to turn everything to ash, Burn it all down before the high wears off and you crash. Just then, you open your eyes, only to realize that mere minutes have passed, And it was just your imagination that you harassed. People start to notice that you’re truly insane, A situation you can’t change, a situation you can’t explain. They put you in a padded room to keep control, But all they’ve done is dropped you down another distorted rabbit hole, Will you be willing to take another stroll?

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Feb 22, 2014

Feb 22, 2014 at 5:26 PM UTC

Wonderland

If you go chasing white rabbits, you could fall down a rabbit hole, And enter a world like none other and take a stroll. Now you’re stuck in a Wonderland of malice, A place where we are all Mad Hatters, and we just killed Alice. So walk some more and go explore, Soon you’ll find that the Queen is just a ***** You can wish to get out of a land like this, But it brings you a little bliss. It seems like you’re getting a disturbing little smirk, Because you realize you have this twisted kind of quirk. Where the idea of pain, Has become very plain, So you decide to turn everything to ash, Burn it all down before the high wears off and you crash. Just then, you open your eyes, only to realize that mere minutes have passed, And it was just your imagination that you harassed. People start to notice that you’re truly insane, A situation you can’t change, a situation you can’t explain. They put you in a padded room to keep control, But all they’ve done is dropped you down another distorted rabbit hole, Will you be willing to take another stroll?

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