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My love,
Never worry
For even though
I can not tell you much
Of the affection I feel for you
The only reason that I have stories
To tell the galaxies that gather around
You and I, above us, and below too
Is because you are my sunlight
And to them I am the moon
And the emotions I shine
Is your love; the light
Coming through
Some people will love you in ways that they are not capable of putting into words. But they will radiate this love to you... and their friends. And some of these friends will make poems about such love.
 Oct 2016 Brandon Richardson
Emmy
I'm tripping over the cracks of this
foundation
My motivation is waning
I'm floating
soaking in anxiety
Am I lucid dreaming?
My shoulder blades
buried in concrete
My hands
Are they free?
Grab ahold of this heartbeat
it's tumbling
down the corridors of my mind
May you stumble upon joy this year -
Upon heavenly magical skies -
With clouds purple and yellow
Through deep reflections of your eyes

May you stumble upon Autumn leaves
That sweep you off your feet -
Up above the tallest tree
Where you can almost see July

May you stumble upon a ray of light -
At the very crack of dawn
When birds chirp and flowers grow -
With the light inside, you've grown

May you stumble upon a pile of wishes -
Hidden in a factory of your own
Wishes, in the making ..
Whilst others you have sewn

May you stumble upon this and that
And for every stumble, you are fond -
That all those times of sudden stumbling
You've been actually dancing upon ..
Keep dancing upon greatness ..

Sincerely, Em
 Oct 2016 Brandon Richardson
SZ
The caption of your most recent picture says "new place",
which is true since your new apartment is in the background.
But I keep wondering if you mean you're in a new place in a bigger sense,
emotionally, without me.
What is it like there?
Is the grass greener? Does it rain more or less?
Are you finally happy?


I reside under the shades of your brows
I reside within your dark oceanic eyes
I reside in the stride of your walks

I am ecstatic of your intelligence
I am ecstatic of your wisdom
I am ecstatic of your beauty
I am ecstatic of your scent
I am ecstatic of your breathe

What should I do with
This intoxication of sorts?

I am ecstatic in each moment of "YOU"

You flow in each vein of my body
You fill the breathe in my lungs
My blood is made of your DNAs
I am helpless in this state of sorts

I'm only concerned about LOVING YOU
YOU are the only pulse in my heart-beat
I don't know when your heart became mine,
I don't know when my heart became yours,

That is the only thing I know
YOU breathes lives within my breath
That keeps me alive

Only YOUR name comes out of my breathe
That is how now a days
I live every millisecond


I want to get drunk with you
Allow our intoxicated senses to take flight
Speak all the words we are afraid to say with a sober mind
For fear that we might actually believe each other
I want to fall, stumble accidentally into your lap
Let us think back on times I did it on purpose
When you pulled me into you
When things were so much easier
We are playing the same game but describing it in different words
This toy of text messages cutting into my throat
I endeavor to remember that we are only friends
I know that I should be over this by now
But I want to get drunk with you
To tell you that I am not
And god sent forth his most beautiful angel
in order to help me clear my head.
But I ripped her halo off and ***** her instead.

And the devil sent forth his most cunning succubus
in order to make me drop dead.
But I held her horns like handlebars when I took her to bed.
summer night sweats
and whispers in the hay lofts
forgot our purpose
Day 18 of NaPoWriMo.

Country childhood and forgotten dreams.
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