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 Oct 2013 thinklef
marina
i woke up to find your name
tattooed on my bones, and darling,
i don't mind at all
whenever i don't know what to title my poems, they end up as 'this is not a love story' or 'this is a love story' because honestly that's pretty much how i can describe every other part of my life
 Oct 2013 thinklef
hkr
dear you, i wonder if i will ever have to specify who you are. if there will ever be another boy i will write so many poems about, so many poems to. you were the first. you haven't been the only, but then again you haven't been the only anything. there have been many since you. so many that i've begun to lost track, there have even been girls. when i met you i was homophobic, but look at me now. look how i've changed since i met you. look how i've fallen. when i fell for you i fell down the rabbit hole. i took too much shrinking potion, yet at the same time i'll always crave more. if i'm smaller when i see you will you love me again? is there even an again to be had? i'll never know for sure, so i've let myself believe that you loved me. that you could again. but part of me knows that our time is over. i can't accept it. i can't let you go. dear. i'm afraid to let you go because there is no one else to hold onto. there is no one like you. i can't breathe. it's been two years and i can't breathe. i don't want it to be three, or four, or more. i want my oxygen back, i want you. i can pray to god a thousand times and i will still want you. only you. pretend that i'm your soulmate and kiss me. one more time?
but i don't when it comes to you. take me. all of me. no matter who i kiss i'm nobody but yours.
 Oct 2013 thinklef
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 Oct 2013 thinklef
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Her smiled stretched to one side of her perfectly structured face. And she wanted to know me. I wouldn't, but she did. I spent the night inside the words she wrote me. She asked my favorite color. I said blue, because I was, and because it is. She listened to my dreams, to her they were big, to her I was big. The first day I met her I hid because I was nervous and she is wonderful and I wasn't ready to fall in love yet, but it didn't matter, because any wall she stood behind was transparent, and I saw her. Goodbye was impossible, I made short stories long just to look a little more, because she has eyes I'd swim through, And a look that made you look, so I did. But she had to go, she had already taken the time to give me my entire world, and she wrapped her arms around me, and her shadow was mine. I fell, right into the night I saw her city lights, and my shadow was hers. And then, She slept and that was okay because she is beautiful, not that she needs the sleep to be, but dreams deserve beauty too, and she was next to me. But now when I hide, a wall is just a wall, I cant dream anymore, because I can't sleep, and my entire world is gone. And I never face west before noon , I can't stand the sight of my shadow, because it's not yours.
I would lay on the hood of your car and tell you about the silent parts of the night and I remember the stars were familiar to me. Like
.. I knew them.
 Oct 2013 thinklef
Nat Lipstadt
∑  nPk,   ∝ ≫ x! π f (x) ∞ x ≡ φ 3√a N(μ,σ2) <:)


In English:
The sum of the probabilities that your poem will trend is proportional, but greater than the factorial of the constant pi, when the function of x is leminscate (infinity), and when the value of the x variable is identical to the golden ratio constant, or when the cubed root of the normal distribution of love.

Finally,
finally
finds
you well.

It is the word you supply,
when asked
100 times a day

How are you?

How ya doing?

Answer:

Well,
I am well.

for my life, my poetry,
me, all of us,
are trending,
now that I have found,
found and solved,
the formula for
my-piece of the
Normal Distribution
of love
On my shoulder a heap of garment
In two hands two birded cage
In my mind time management
That I love to do with craze!

List of my works to do
Keep growing in a hellish way
Clipping nails polishing shoe
Time is too short for one day!

When to do them you may ask
If all loose ends I’ve to tie
So I take up multitask
There’s not even time to die!

At 8.30 her medicine
9 I must run the pump
I must keep my cheek trim clean
Traitor time not run but jump!

With one hand I push toothbrush
With one eye I keep check on milk
Alertness aids in the morning rush
Time’s too alert for you to bilk!

Stairs to climb windows to open
Pluck some flowers from back garden
Time autocrat hears no bargain
Slow down a bit get a big burden!

I’ve to make time to blow her a kiss
Will be away whole day she’ll miss
While I peck I hold a biscuit
For the dog at the door badly needs it!

I don’t ever think time kind to me
Give me respite a little time free
But chase it hard without relent
A multitasker bent on time management!

*In this thankless pursuit I can’t tell thee
If I manage time or time manages me
But one thing sure I make time on bed
For not just love but what cooks in head!
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