rachel-saliba - Hello Poetry

You put down your cigarette, got up from your chair and started walking towards mines. You stood behind me, and the tip of your hand barely touched the surface of my back. My body shuddered completely, making me wonder what we were still doing as guests at somebody else's wedding.

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Aug 12, 2015

Aug 12, 2015 at 3:54 PM UTC

From a Polaroid

You put down your cigarette, got up from your chair and started walking towards mines. You stood behind me, and the tip of your hand barely touched the surface of my back. My body shuddered completely, making me wonder what we were still doing as guests at somebody else's wedding.

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All I get are glimpses and that is insufficient.

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Jul 26, 2015

Jul 26, 2015 at 3:05 AM UTC

Insufficient

All I get are glimpses and that is insufficient.

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How is it that I can always sense From days before When I will see you again- Just on mere intuition. It's as if our hearts are drawn to each other And yet , ironically, are always forced apart.

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Jul 24, 2015

Jul 24, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC

6th Sense

How is it that I can always sense From days before When I will see you again- Just on mere intuition. It's as if our hearts are drawn to each other And yet , ironically, are always forced apart.

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I watch chick flicks because it is the only time I can cry over the real matters happening in my life. They are my escape.

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Jul 16, 2015

Jul 16, 2015 at 5:52 PM UTC

Chick Flicks

I watch chick flicks because it is the only time I can cry over the real matters happening in my life. They are my escape.

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Today I noticed the stamp On the back of my hand It had been there all along But today, somehow, my eyes caught the perfectly inscribed numbers placed casually next to each other. Suddenly, all the people around me had the exact same label engraved on the palm of their hands. As I stared at the calligraphy of the letters and the numbers, and at the spaces between each, I understood the root of the code we have all lived by I sensed the metal scraps we have allowed to engulf our skins I painfully recognized my mind as a photocopy of another one, and another one. So I got up, and started reading a book.

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Nov 29, 2014

Nov 29, 2014 at 3:34 AM UTC

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Today I noticed the stamp On the back of my hand It had been there all along But today, somehow, my eyes caught the perfectly inscribed numbers placed casually next to each other. Suddenly, all the people around me had the exact same label engraved on the palm of their hands. As I stared at the calligraphy of the letters and the numbers, and at the spaces between each, I understood the root of the code we have all lived by I sensed the metal scraps we have allowed to engulf our skins I painfully recognized my mind as a photocopy of another one, and another one. So I got up, and started reading a book.

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You may not be here right now, In your tangible, distinct body But I do stroke your hair With every stroke of paintbrush I fill my canvases with; I do whisper in your ears All the words I write in my poems; I do make love to you All the nights I'm working on my dreams And all the mornings I'm still working on my dreams, Because the passion and love for them, And for you, Have made me lose track of time and place. Some may think that this is not the way to love a person But I, I believe that loving myself is the greatest form of loving you.

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Sep 9, 2014

Sep 9, 2014 at 3:15 PM UTC

Selfish Love

You may not be here right now, In your tangible, distinct body But I do stroke your hair With every stroke of paintbrush I fill my canvases with; I do whisper in your ears All the words I write in my poems; I do make love to you All the nights I'm working on my dreams And all the mornings I'm still working on my dreams, Because the passion and love for them, And for you, Have made me lose track of time and place. Some may think that this is not the way to love a person But I, I believe that loving myself is the greatest form of loving you.

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Just catching a little glimpse of your face Just knowing that you're still here Alive and well Has Ignited my body and soul With an incredible energy The motor to keep me going Knowing that you'll be the reward The tribute At the end of my journey.

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Sep 3, 2014

Sep 3, 2014 at 2:46 PM UTC

In the Name of my Love to You, I Will Wait

Just catching a little glimpse of your face Just knowing that you're still here Alive and well Has Ignited my body and soul With an incredible energy The motor to keep me going Knowing that you'll be the reward The tribute At the end of my journey.

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I dressed and put on my perfume As if I were going to see you tonight I fixed my hair and wore my stones As if were going to see you tonight But then I saw the thick layer of makeup masking my face And the black surrounding my eyes... That's when it hit me I wasn't dressing to see you Because If I were I'd be in my simplest Most naked Most raw Nature of human kind.

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Aug 24, 2014

Aug 24, 2014 at 2:10 PM UTC

"Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth"

I dressed and put on my perfume As if I were going to see you tonight I fixed my hair and wore my stones As if were going to see you tonight But then I saw the thick layer of makeup masking my face And the black surrounding my eyes... That's when it hit me I wasn't dressing to see you Because If I were I'd be in my simplest Most naked Most raw Nature of human kind.

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I wasn't the same after that night. At first I didn't notice it But then, through the simple pleasures, Like reading a book Or baking a cake Or reflecting, I knew I had changed, As if you altered something in my soul that night Switched some wires And forgot to switch them back.. Leaving me in an irregularity.

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Aug 23, 2014

Aug 23, 2014 at 6:24 PM UTC

Just a Few Tweaks

I wasn't the same after that night. At first I didn't notice it But then, through the simple pleasures, Like reading a book Or baking a cake Or reflecting, I knew I had changed, As if you altered something in my soul that night Switched some wires And forgot to switch them back.. Leaving me in an irregularity.

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And now, All I have left are the poems I wrote about you So I keep reading them over and over again Just to grasp a little feeling of your presence around me.

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Aug 18, 2014

Aug 18, 2014 at 1:47 PM UTC

Good thing I wrote

And now, All I have left are the poems I wrote about you So I keep reading them over and over again Just to grasp a little feeling of your presence around me.

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