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REAL Jul 2013
you have those lips

you have that hair

you have that smile
that makes me turn

you have those eyes

you have that feeling of warmness

and you have that feeling that gives
my skin bumps

and i only saw you once
walking past me
on  a thursday afternoon
in a park
as i sat on a bench
looking at the clouds
REAL Jun 2013
i'll die in the winter
and rise in summer
go on adventures
and sleep for the night
think of you under cold stars
and dream of you under the red sun
and when fall comes breaking in
i'll sleep under the covers
and i'll imagine me
standing in the middle
of the leaves
cold and writing poetry in my head
hoping you'll walk around the
falling tree
REAL Jun 2013
Kiss
MY
Milk
And
Honey
Lips

And let me hold
Your beautiful
Summer body

And as the paint drips
From our heads
We stare in our ocean eyes  
And
Drown...
REAL Jun 2013
I told her
I finally told her
the words behind my teeth
and shared them so she could swallow my words
and rest nice in her belly
but she spat them out
and walked away

and that was it...
the 15th of 2013,june
REAL Jun 2013
I want to go through life
like a breeze
not caring for anything
and the puzzle pieces
fall in there places
as i stretch along my years
but to many things happen
all at once
trying to make myself feel happy and free
but when all the pieces fit
there's always that one that breaks
and will never fit

...i lost a friend today...
on a rainy day....but i did not cry
but i wish i did
...i wonder what i did...

....and i wanna walk up to the girl
that i love and kiss her....
but my fear of reality kicks in....
and i never do anything....
i wish i did though.....
but am stupid cause i want to
know everything...
and i know thats bad....

oh what a day
oh what a day...

i want to cry
but
i can't....
June 13 2013
REAL Jun 2013
We poets
see things
hear things
say things
that others don't.

We see the beauty
within everything
We try to write the beauty we see
with words

when we love a person
we just don't love them for the figure
of their body
Or whatever else society says
that makes a person beautiful or perfect
When we love
we love them for
the sound of their laugh
the way they smile
talk,walk
the way they look at you
the way they kiss you
or the way they tell you things

We love them for past
for their mistakes
the small things
we poets love

We love the way the water glitters
the sun shines
and the way it rains
everything

We poets wish we could say things
and people would love the words you say

but  we poets and can cry tears
and make it look like a poem

people who hate poems though
we could feel sad for them
cause we know they'll never
be able to say the words of their heart

We
Are
Poets
Be happy
for we are poets
REAL Jun 2013
Your bones are white
like a full moon
on an aqua night
like clouds
in a raspberry sunrise

And now you walk
on green grass
barefoot

walking
walking
on
summer mornings
looking back at me
with a white cloud smile

And i say
"darling,oh darling
walk
until you see the sun
creep over the green hills
until you see the milky moon
cuddle with the grey rain cloud
until your heart is red
red
like the leaves in fall....
WALK
WALK WITH YOUR
BRAVE WHITE BONES!
on the orange sun's ray."

There she went
walking
walking with her naked toes
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