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 Apr 2016
ryn
I'd befriend the obsidian sky...
   I'd shower it with a bounty of praises.
  So that it'll welcome my nightly gaze,
     without threats from overbearing clouds.

     I'd impress the twinkling stars
       by serenading them with songs unheard by most.
     So that when the time comes,
  they'd cast their votes in my favour.

I'd whisper to the nighttime breeze.
   I'd cavort and giggle at its slightest touch.
      So that when I fly my flag,
   it'll catch it in full billows for her to see.

Then finally...
  I'd woo the twilight moon...
     For she is the prize
   my heart had sought to pursue.
    I'd court her
      with the fiercest blaze that burns within...
     In hopes that she'd forever
   remember me as the suitor that had
fallen helplessly.
 Apr 2016
Lunar
When we were young,
Boys and girls don't always play.
Until we're a little older,
It's a game of love's chase.

Typical of dawn and dusk,
They never happen at the same interval.
Unless you look at it from God's perspective,
Where the time is only one in peripheral.

Even if we rarely see each other,
Like the sun and moon,
After a thousand of falling stars,
We'll cross paths soon.
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From children to adults,
From morning to night.
I'll be your lunar love,
And you'll be my moonlight.
If I'd send a rocket to the moon, it will be in the form of a letter.
Maybe we've yet to grow older
and play the game of love's chase.
We've yet to be in the same timezone.
We've yet to cross paths.
Not now, not soon,
But we will, wjh.
 Apr 2016
Lunar
You usually make breakfast,
But this morning you were in bed.
To find your arms around me,
On your shoulder lies my head.
You normally don't use perfume,
So I breathe in the human smell,
Your arms around me get tighter,
Longing, is what our actions yell.
I nuzzle my face to your collarbones,
Your face buried in my hair.
I pulled your ear and said,
"Make breakfast, I'm hungry.
We can just share."
But you laughed as you bit my ear,
"But I'm already having it.
You're my breakfast in bed."
i can be a morning person too,
if i wake up to you, wjh.
 Mar 2016
Lunar
And in this summer heat,
I'm frozen like snow.
as soon as I fell like fall,
like spring, you had to go.

I wake up at daybreak,
but you were like the moon.
I tried to catch you like falling stars,
but night time left so soon.

In the waters, I'm a natural,
I can swim so I can't drown.
But you were my breath,
and I sunk without a sound.

Whenever you come around,
I know I'll never be spared.
You are my natural disaster,
and I'll always be unprepared.
(j.m.)

you are the climate change in my life, wjh.
 Mar 2016
Lunar
The last thing i remembered
Was falling asleep on you.
It started with us talking in bed,
You were still in your white cap and i was still in my shoes.
And vaguely but imprinted in my mind,
i recall you taking off your pullover,
Putting on a plain shirt,
My eyes, i tried to cover.
But to see your arms, your neck
Sculpted with veins,
I know you're ontological,
Despite your occasional back pains.
Then you slipped under the sheets next to me, stared into my eyes and said:
"To see you last before i close my eyes,
to see you first before the sunrise,
To hold you in my arms this way,
Tell me, is it with me will you stay?"
I moved my head onto his chest
Your breathing was steady, but loud and bold.
And on your heart, my hand did rest,
My breathing, did i surprisingly hold.
"With you, I'll be, forever and always,
To sleep to your voice like a lullaby,
To wake up to it like an alarm on days,
To be your warm hellos and good goodbyes."
I feel your chin nod against my head,
Your exhale makes a few hair strands fly.
Before we knew it, we fell asleep to each other,
And we didn't even have to try.
This is how it should be
Before every time we fall asleep,
Wjh.

PART I: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1592481/waking-up-to-you/
 Mar 2016
Lunar
He was sleeping so soundly,
I couldn't help but stare
At his figure lying on the bed,
No barriers surround him there.
I leaned in closer for a look,
His hands resting near his face.
The feeling of my arms around him,
The feeling of his strong embrace.
I yearned to relive that moment,
But this time he's asleep.
All memories of him conscious and not,
All these I want keep.
So I stared too long at his lips,
I stared too long at his cheeks.
And when i got to his eyes,
He was staring back at me.
jeon and jane are staring game goals
 Mar 2016
Lunar
I wake up to your eyes on me,
Your lips close to my cheek.
Under the sheets, slowly,
It's my hands that yours meet.
Entwining beneath the fabric,
You hold me closer.
I inhale, exhale your morning scent,
It makes the dust particles stir.
My fingers run themselves through your hair,
Like how you keep running in my head.
To fall asleep in your arms,
to fall in love again,
I never want to leave this bed.
Every time I wake up, I look forward to the mornings like this with you, wjh.

PART II: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1593764/falling-asleep-on-you/
 Mar 2016
jalc
Behind my closed lids lights strobe
The flickering of the streetlamp
Or the twinkle of the stars
Perhaps the uneven thump of my heart
Echoing the throb of your veins
Reverberating in my head upon your arm
This racing that belies our even breaths
Mingling in the cold sea breeze
That is charged with more than silence
Broken by a sudden salvo across the ocean
Lights blossom in the darkness
Reflecting in the inky waters
The brilliance is startling
As the night sky is painted in colours
So is this night we are sharing.
I hate that I get moody very often and sometimes there's just nothing I can do; always grateful for friends who drive out in the middle of the night to save me from myself.
 Mar 2016
Ami Shae
I watched the trees dance tonight
and oh what a lovely sight--
seeing their limbs sway in the breeze
watching the caresses of the leaves
as the trees swayed to and fro
their undulating movements made me know
that the wind is music for the trees
as they dance to the melody of this unrelenting breeze
and--
While watching this strong, insistent southern wind
I had no idea how far down a tree could bend--
but as I watched it occurred to me
these trees were dancing just so I could see
the beauty and grace and splendor too
of the joyful life in nature pure and true.
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It really did feel like the trees were performing just for me.
I loved watching them dance in the wind...
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