samanthanitting - Hello Poetry

Agape Not a transient love, Hopefully a permanent future Leave but don't really go Unless you make me a promise Stay inside my heart, at least

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 1:08 PM UTC

This Electric Feeling

Agape Not a transient love, Hopefully a permanent future Leave but don't really go Unless you make me a promise Stay inside my heart, at least

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You are the star of my heart: Celestial body turned into my core, like a work of fine art Be it your visage, your void, or maybe even your touch Like gravity, each little thing somehow pulls me closer in love In my heart I know that you may go black, but when you do just know that it would only serve to bring me closer to you.

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC

Closer

You are the star of my heart: Celestial body turned into my core, like a work of fine art Be it your visage, your void, or maybe even your touch Like gravity, each little thing somehow pulls me closer in love In my heart I know that you may go black, but when you do just know that it would only serve to bring me closer to you.

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The place where our hearts know true content Land of dream, steeped in our own fantasies Bed of innovation, where it is ourselves we reinvent As we dance in the feeling of natures melodies

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 1:02 PM UTC

Untitled #3

The place where our hearts know true content Land of dream, steeped in our own fantasies Bed of innovation, where it is ourselves we reinvent As we dance in the feeling of natures melodies

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There is magic in the woods that flows into the stream of our veins A supernatural feeling akin to the land of fae Mystique and awe, like aloe, soothe our pains And although our time is fleeting, the memories forever stay

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 12:58 PM UTC

Untitled #2

There is magic in the woods that flows into the stream of our veins A supernatural feeling akin to the land of fae Mystique and awe, like aloe, soothe our pains And although our time is fleeting, the memories forever stay

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We often seek solace in the bog together Fall into the forest as we grow into each other Hoping to grasp at a brief moment of forever Blissfully unaware of our reality or any other

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Jun 29, 2015

Jun 29, 2015 at 12:55 PM UTC

Untitled #1

We often seek solace in the bog together Fall into the forest as we grow into each other Hoping to grasp at a brief moment of forever Blissfully unaware of our reality or any other

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bubbling lava burning just to come up and taste the surface a diver in too deep screaming just to gulp the delicious air Once I let a tear out I can't stop.

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 1:00 AM UTC

Cry

bubbling lava burning just to come up and taste the surface a diver in too deep screaming just to gulp the delicious air Once I let a tear out I can't stop.

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like trying to put broken glass back together again-- the scattered shards skillfully restructured into a perfect whole; but not so perfect, really. the straggling seams where the shards were restructured are still perfectly in sight.

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 12:55 AM UTC

Broken

like trying to put broken glass back together again-- the scattered shards skillfully restructured into a perfect whole; but not so perfect, really. the straggling seams where the shards were restructured are still perfectly in sight.

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When I start thinking, I don't do much of it. Mostly, it's just a process of falling and crawling and searching through the hidden levels of my consciousness. I begin falling falling falling. I'm lost. Lost like that stray kitten that wanders around the docks just waiting for someone to come and save it. Lost like the sound of the wind as it passes through the bare winter trees. Save. Save doesn't have to be physical. It doesn't need to be physical or typical or some mystical miracle. It can be as simple as an "I understand." or a "You can talk to me." You can cry with your head on my shoulder and when your words run out and you can no longer express yourself through creating any sound I will still listen to your silence. Because I do understand and you can talk to me. And sometimes all someone needs is a hand to pull them up through all those secret levels and tell them; I understand. Just take my hand. I promise to be your rubber band and snap you back. I will be the cord tethering you to the bridge as you dive off and start falling. Falling. Falling until the ground stops approaching and slows into a concrete existence. Falling until that familiar tug of my compassion draws you back up. I'm found.

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 12:54 AM UTC

Rubber Band

When I start thinking, I don't do much of it. Mostly, it's just a process of falling and crawling and searching through the hidden levels of my consciousness. I begin falling falling falling. I'm lost. Lost like that stray kitten that wanders around the docks just waiting for someone to come and save it. Lost like the sound of the wind as it passes through the bare winter trees. Save. Save doesn't have to be physical. It doesn't need to be physical or typical or some mystical miracle. It can be as simple as an "I understand." or a "You can talk to me." You can cry with your head on my shoulder and when your words run out and you can no longer express yourself through creating any sound I will still listen to your silence. Because I do understand and you can talk to me. And sometimes all someone needs is a hand to pull them up through all those secret levels and tell them; I understand. Just take my hand. I promise to be your rubber band and snap you back. I will be the cord tethering you to the bridge as you dive off and start falling. Falling. Falling until the ground stops approaching and slows into a concrete existence. Falling until that familiar tug of my compassion draws you back up. I'm found.

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They're like prison bars guarding the windows to your soul. The soul you don't think is deserving of freedom but I think is worthy of everyone to see and to meet and to love. They're like white picket fences caging the wild horses of your personality. the horses you think to be too feral to be let loose but I think should be released so that people could know you like I wish I did.

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 12:52 AM UTC

Eyelashes

They're like prison bars guarding the windows to your soul. The soul you don't think is deserving of freedom but I think is worthy of everyone to see and to meet and to love. They're like white picket fences caging the wild horses of your personality. the horses you think to be too feral to be let loose but I think should be released so that people could know you like I wish I did.

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the rain is calming as it patters the rooftops and feeds the hungry perrenials; and as the beads can no longer defy the pull of gravity fall, i fall slowly peacefully gratefully asleep i fly: high above the earth; the ball of dirt in which we exist our lamentable existences deep within the corners of my own mind we think too much. we think too little. we don't think at all about how it will be to no longer bear the burden of carrying this burden-- these burdens-- conscience responsibility but we should-- reality is a scary place flying becomes sinking flying becomes drowning flying fades to thinking our days are numbered the rain is calming as it burdens us to think about life and learning the rain is calming

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Jul 17, 2013

Jul 17, 2013 at 12:47 AM UTC

The Rain

the rain is calming as it patters the rooftops and feeds the hungry perrenials; and as the beads can no longer defy the pull of gravity fall, i fall slowly peacefully gratefully asleep i fly: high above the earth; the ball of dirt in which we exist our lamentable existences deep within the corners of my own mind we think too much. we think too little. we don't think at all about how it will be to no longer bear the burden of carrying this burden-- these burdens-- conscience responsibility but we should-- reality is a scary place flying becomes sinking flying becomes drowning flying fades to thinking our days are numbered the rain is calming as it burdens us to think about life and learning the rain is calming

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