spencer-johnswick - Hello Poetry

I think kisses, should be given like gifts. Like; I like what you’ve done smooch here have this A kiss is like a bow on a present, it may be small, but it makes it all that much more pleasant. Whether its a peck, French or Australian, a kiss is delightful, something uniquely **** Saipan Lips pressed against skin send chills down spines and smiles on faces, lips pressed to lips send blood running through veins and a heart throb that chases. The next time you pick flower petals one after another, thinking do they love me, love me not. Think about how splendid it'd be to have a new lover, to kiss you, and be kissed a lot. I hope this inspires you to taste new tongues, to swap some spit and to have some fun, because at the end of the day and the best thing in the morning, is a wonderful kiss, to follow your yawning.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 12:39 PM UTC

Kisses (Slam poem)

I think kisses, should be given like gifts. Like; I like what you’ve done smooch here have this A kiss is like a bow on a present, it may be small, but it makes it all that much more pleasant. Whether its a peck, French or Australian, a kiss is delightful, something uniquely **** Saipan Lips pressed against skin send chills down spines and smiles on faces, lips pressed to lips send blood running through veins and a heart throb that chases. The next time you pick flower petals one after another, thinking do they love me, love me not. Think about how splendid it'd be to have a new lover, to kiss you, and be kissed a lot. I hope this inspires you to taste new tongues, to swap some spit and to have some fun, because at the end of the day and the best thing in the morning, is a wonderful kiss, to follow your yawning.

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I want to be with you I want to be beside you Underneath you On top of you Behind you I want to be with you I want you to be with me I want you sitting shotgun, hair blowing in the breeze I want you next to me, legs crossed, smile wide Gazing up at me I want you being my player two Driving us off a cliff in Halo I want to be with you Pushing you off my bed Pushing you on my bed I want to be with you I want you to come with me to the river and sit with me Talk to me about the stars and our lives and past lives Lay me down and open my mind before I open your legs Ill lay you down and open your mind before you open my legs I want to be with you In Neverland, in Disneyland, in Wonderland, in Paris, in New York In the moonlight with me tonight, and tomorrow night, and even the next if I’m lucky I want to wake up next you, I want to go to sleep with you I want to breathe with you I want to breathe you in I want to be with you Here, there, everywhere I want to be with you I want to take you there I want you to take me there I want you I want to be me With you I want to be with you January 1st, I want to be with you January 2nd, I want to be with you December 31st I want to be with you February 14th, I want to be with you March 18th, I want to be with you April 18th, I want to be with you May 18th, I want to be with you June 18th, I want to be with you July 18th, I want to be with you August 18th, I want to be with you

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 12:09 PM UTC

March 18th

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Hesitations grips me Sometimes with a soft gentle squeeze and sometimes with an iron fist That split second where you see that girl with whimsical hair and a playful smile and your body is screaming at the top of its lungs “GO AFTER HER YOU FOOL!!!” while your brain mulls over the endless stream of stressful situations I can hear Robin Williams calling out to me “Let me hear your YAWP!” and I’m shaking, quivering, rattling, generating the vocal ferocity of a lion! And all that comes out is a whimpering “yawp…” Hesitation grips me A harmless compliment to brighten someone’s day, no harm done, just a quick simple “I like your pants” a smile and I’m on my way Simple! Wrong! That flickering candle of pleasantries is cut short by a swiftly shutting window of opportunity The breeze not hesitating to extinguish its light Hesitation grips me How many moments must I suffer paralyzed lips before my can of complimentary worms is opened? How many lovely strangers will continue to mill about their days in unblissful ignorance of my enjoyment of their simple, subtle or overt characteristics? This hesitation grips me! It shackles me and holds the key in front of my face and all it requires is one real Yawp! The mustering has begun! That key is my freedom of hesitant chains! Just! One! Yawp! I think I can I think I can I think I can! Just! One! Yawp! “yawp…” Hesitation grips me

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:35 AM UTC

Hesitation (Slam Poem)

Hesitations grips me Sometimes with a soft gentle squeeze and sometimes with an iron fist That split second where you see that girl with whimsical hair and a playful smile and your body is screaming at the top of its lungs “GO AFTER HER YOU FOOL!!!” while your brain mulls over the endless stream of stressful situations I can hear Robin Williams calling out to me “Let me hear your YAWP!” and I’m shaking, quivering, rattling, generating the vocal ferocity of a lion! And all that comes out is a whimpering “yawp…” Hesitation grips me A harmless compliment to brighten someone’s day, no harm done, just a quick simple “I like your pants” a smile and I’m on my way Simple! Wrong! That flickering candle of pleasantries is cut short by a swiftly shutting window of opportunity The breeze not hesitating to extinguish its light Hesitation grips me How many moments must I suffer paralyzed lips before my can of complimentary worms is opened? How many lovely strangers will continue to mill about their days in unblissful ignorance of my enjoyment of their simple, subtle or overt characteristics? This hesitation grips me! It shackles me and holds the key in front of my face and all it requires is one real Yawp! The mustering has begun! That key is my freedom of hesitant chains! Just! One! Yawp! I think I can I think I can I think I can! Just! One! Yawp! “yawp…” Hesitation grips me

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You are a beautiful puzzle made out of glass You have a warm caramel center, hidden inside of a labyrinth of glass walls And any wrong move, wrong turn, wrong anything, is met with a shatter of those glass panes, and slamming down of stone walls. Crashing down around the caramel, sealing it in It took me years to excavate that caramel, to keep it intact, to drink deep and be merry with you. And now you relaid the stone, reset the glass, and with a big sign that says “warning, spencer, keep out” But my doors are open, and you wont step foot outside your castle, leaving me to the cold lonely breeze. I’m not the kind of person who should be alone. I think too much and other people make me happy, human interaction feeds my soul. And yet here I sit, frantically typing as if the more keys I smash into the board the faster ill get over you. The more letters I put on the page the less I have to deal with, ya right, bull shit. But I write and write and write because putting these words on the paper is like pulling poison out of me, ******* and drawing it out like wax, spinning it like cloth and throwing that cloth in a big ******* fire, but instead of light and warmth im left with a little less inside and little more outside. But whats a pond to the ocean? Whats a match to the sun? All these thoughts become undone and remade in print. Because typing out poetry is like boxing, you hit and hit and hit the paper and then all of a sudden you get hit back, letters on screens mirroring internal screams. Writing on paper is a sword fight, and yes the pen is mightier but that paper betrays you, words carved into paper flesh like tattoos glyphed into trees. And just like me words don’t like to be alone, trees don’t like to be alone, I am not the type of person who should be alone. Singular is not my preferred pronoun.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC

Alone (Slam Poem)

You are a beautiful puzzle made out of glass You have a warm caramel center, hidden inside of a labyrinth of glass walls And any wrong move, wrong turn, wrong anything, is met with a shatter of those glass panes, and slamming down of stone walls. Crashing down around the caramel, sealing it in It took me years to excavate that caramel, to keep it intact, to drink deep and be merry with you. And now you relaid the stone, reset the glass, and with a big sign that says “warning, spencer, keep out” But my doors are open, and you wont step foot outside your castle, leaving me to the cold lonely breeze. I’m not the kind of person who should be alone. I think too much and other people make me happy, human interaction feeds my soul. And yet here I sit, frantically typing as if the more keys I smash into the board the faster ill get over you. The more letters I put on the page the less I have to deal with, ya right, bull shit. But I write and write and write because putting these words on the paper is like pulling poison out of me, ******* and drawing it out like wax, spinning it like cloth and throwing that cloth in a big ******* fire, but instead of light and warmth im left with a little less inside and little more outside. But whats a pond to the ocean? Whats a match to the sun? All these thoughts become undone and remade in print. Because typing out poetry is like boxing, you hit and hit and hit the paper and then all of a sudden you get hit back, letters on screens mirroring internal screams. Writing on paper is a sword fight, and yes the pen is mightier but that paper betrays you, words carved into paper flesh like tattoos glyphed into trees. And just like me words don’t like to be alone, trees don’t like to be alone, I am not the type of person who should be alone. Singular is not my preferred pronoun.

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My power on you Is negligible Yet you hold me tighter Tight Tightly to you. We dance around In endless rotation I spin Immortally. I breathe you in I walk all over you Yet you don’t know I exist. I am one piece Of the puzzle Of your skin. You are hot and cold Oscillating my emotions Tidally locking me Ensnaring me Into your brilliant bath. She is jealous. Stronger and brighter than I am smaller and feeble. Her light shines luminous, My glow is conditionally a specter Unseen. Eons ago she was yours, And the crawl of seconds Pulled her away And the crawl of seconds Birthed me upon you Given the chance She would wrench the blood From my veins as she Tugs on your arteries Yet the iron given to me By you, residing in my Bones and beating chest Holds strong, touched by Your lifesaving magnetism Your ferric ferocity shields Me. In an invisible Aromatic atmosphere of Blanketing love. You swirl me Rotate and revolve me Wake and quake me Birth and waste me. Mother and Father providing The soul within me, the Soul beneath my feet. My planet, my world You are my Earth.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:30 AM UTC

Grounded

My power on you Is negligible Yet you hold me tighter Tight Tightly to you. We dance around In endless rotation I spin Immortally. I breathe you in I walk all over you Yet you don’t know I exist. I am one piece Of the puzzle Of your skin. You are hot and cold Oscillating my emotions Tidally locking me Ensnaring me Into your brilliant bath. She is jealous. Stronger and brighter than I am smaller and feeble. Her light shines luminous, My glow is conditionally a specter Unseen. Eons ago she was yours, And the crawl of seconds Pulled her away And the crawl of seconds Birthed me upon you Given the chance She would wrench the blood From my veins as she Tugs on your arteries Yet the iron given to me By you, residing in my Bones and beating chest Holds strong, touched by Your lifesaving magnetism Your ferric ferocity shields Me. In an invisible Aromatic atmosphere of Blanketing love. You swirl me Rotate and revolve me Wake and quake me Birth and waste me. Mother and Father providing The soul within me, the Soul beneath my feet. My planet, my world You are my Earth.

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After wandering into a field I had fantasized all my basic life I waded into fading pH pools Looking through a flower, I fleetingly saw you Trapped between petals and figments, peering back at me Caught off guard and slipping into the arena of my past I wished, I remembered, and then I corroded With a neutralizing epiphany, I realized you were content to stay.

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:28 AM UTC

Corroding to Reason

After wandering into a field I had fantasized all my basic life I waded into fading pH pools Looking through a flower, I fleetingly saw you Trapped between petals and figments, peering back at me Caught off guard and slipping into the arena of my past I wished, I remembered, and then I corroded With a neutralizing epiphany, I realized you were content to stay.

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Forest lords Wooden towers crowned with leaves Ancient ones betrothed in rock Remember eons of unchallenged royalty Absolute emerald dominion betwixt heaven and brine Kings and queens orchestrate all life under the sun with green brilliance Compress millennia of dominance into rings of rich summers and harsh winters Verdant barbarians war with infernos cast from clouds and seeped from stone Challenged Petrified Rebuilt Arisen from ash Battlefield turned nursery Vicious children come out to play Plagued with newfound armored titans Crawling clawing flying biting gnashing slashing Tooth and nail, premonitions of horrors yet to take flesh Blossoming beauty arises amid clashing chaos, disrupting destruction A union of war Marriage Symbiosis Giants shelter Scurrying furry fiends to be Refuge for ancestors, home where none could be found Paid back with destruction and hewn for survival Hacked down by rancorous iron axes, severed into fuel Posthumously burned, breeding cruel apparitions with glinted memories Stirred in the funeral pyre of deep-seated old gods battling against hell itself Chopped Scorched Brought to knees Roots G r o w D E E P

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May 29, 2014

May 29, 2014 at 11:24 AM UTC

Memoirs of the Ents

Forest lords Wooden towers crowned with leaves Ancient ones betrothed in rock Remember eons of unchallenged royalty Absolute emerald dominion betwixt heaven and brine Kings and queens orchestrate all life under the sun with green brilliance Compress millennia of dominance into rings of rich summers and harsh winters Verdant barbarians war with infernos cast from clouds and seeped from stone Challenged Petrified Rebuilt Arisen from ash Battlefield turned nursery Vicious children come out to play Plagued with newfound armored titans Crawling clawing flying biting gnashing slashing Tooth and nail, premonitions of horrors yet to take flesh Blossoming beauty arises amid clashing chaos, disrupting destruction A union of war Marriage Symbiosis Giants shelter Scurrying furry fiends to be Refuge for ancestors, home where none could be found Paid back with destruction and hewn for survival Hacked down by rancorous iron axes, severed into fuel Posthumously burned, breeding cruel apparitions with glinted memories Stirred in the funeral pyre of deep-seated old gods battling against hell itself Chopped Scorched Brought to knees Roots G r o w D E E P

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