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 Nov 2014
Hannah
I needed him like a fire needed oxygen, my soul set on fire by his radiant heart. my breath caught in my throat as his lips lightly touched my cheek, the fire burning brighter than ever before…
 Nov 2014
Hannah
I want him.
I want his beautiful blue eyes, blazing with desire and love
his soft, full lips, tracing my entire body and taking my own lips as prisoners of war
kissing me, kissing him with everything we've got,
everything we've kept in, pouring out in this kiss
I want to trace his face with my fingertips,
from his short blonde hair gripped in my tiny hands
to his smooth cheeks and his strong jawline and cup his face in my hands
planting lovemarks on his muscular neck in a shape of a circle; our never ending sign of love
I want to whisper sweet nothings and love poems into the curves of his shoulder;
the place where his shoulder and neck meets and that little soft spot,
near his collarbone
I want to outline his chest with words of forever with my hands
sketching an imaginary pattern of hope, want and passion
taking his callused hands in my soft, velvety one
embedding little butterfly kisses in his palms,
just little shadows of them, quick and gentle,
lightly brushing my lips against his lovely hands
I want his entire self,
giving up all of me to him and him, all to me
hushed words of sweet pleasure escaping from our mouths
like little wisps of smoke, trailing over our bodies that move in perfect harmony
I want his everything,
I want nights spent under the Michigan stars, cuddling against each other
talking about all the randomness in the universe
I want to fall asleep to his steady heartbeat with blankets as our only armour
after giving myself to him, a gift of true love to which I will never regret
I want forever and eternity with him, growing up and getting married
having little blonde kids, watching them run around the house and us laughing at all their silliness
and growing old with him, looking at him each and everyday
with the ever present butterflies in my stomach
doing somersaults and flips off the high dive every time I see him,
even after 50 years together
I want to hold him on his death bed, or he holding me when my time comes
I want us to have our small eternity just like Hazel and Augustus
and our almost happy ever after because even though nothing is perfect,
our ending will be the closest to perfection as possible
I want him forever and always,
just him,
only him,
from now to eternity.
I love you...
 Nov 2014
Christian Bixler
What happens when two lovers meet, twine hand in hand, gaze spellbound into the endless depth of the others eyes, and wishes the moment to last forever? What happens when they kiss, star crossed lovers, bound by love and tragic fate, to part in grief and bitter tears, Their screams echoing up to starry heavens, to fall at last, unheard, unsung, a tragic echo of bitter grief and the scream of tortured hearts, ripped apart, to die in pain and bitter age. White hair streaming, tears falling, he falls at last, succumbs to Time and tragic fate, dies at last, beneath the stars and pale moon, a tragedy for ages gone, A single drop in that endless sea of grief and bitter pain, watered by a constant rain, of broken lives and shattered dreams. For this is life, a bitter gulf, penance for some ancient crime, and though beauty lies in fleeting spaces, rainbows shining, leaves set sighing, by the fragrant breath of an autumn breeze, They are but glimpses, shadows of what we had, for all shall fail and pass away, and the days shall be filled with pain and bitter tears, from now until the end of time. For after all, Autumn is a time of dying.
I hurt. I bleed. The light of ages gone, darkened by a speeding car. I wish.....I wish I had died then, as she did, that I could journey with her out into the vastness of unknown space, two souls set  adrift, to join the throng of wanderers and set ourselves on this last and greatest of journeys together, and to walk for eternity, in our eternal light.
 Nov 2014
unwritten
she was a poet,
and he was her pen.
in him,
she always found words to write,
songs to sing,
thoughts to think.

he'd smile,
and kiss her softly,
and say,
"write me a poem."

and she would.
she'd put poe,
and whitman,
and shakespeare to shame,
and she'd write a poem that made his eyes water.

she'd compare him
to a rose with no thorns,
a book with no end,
a world with no poverty --
the things we all wish for,
but can never attain.

//

he asked her one day,
"what am i?"
and so she picked up her pen,
and began the usual:
you are the shining sun after a hurricane,
with rays that open the eyes of the blind.

but he stopped her after those two lines,
and said that this time,
he didn't want any metaphors,
or similes,
or analogies.
he wanted the truth.

and so on that night,
as he slept,
the poet picked up her pen,
and she wrote.

she wrote,
then thought better of it,
then started over again,
and this cycle continued well into the early hours of the morning,
until suddenly,
she wrote, frantic,
if i can't love you for what you really are,
have i ever really loved you at all?


this, too,
she thought better of,
condemning it to the trash.

the next morning the poet was gone,
her final work a mere two words:

i'm sorry.

(a.m.)
this is more of a story than a poem but i like how it came out so leave thoughts & comments please
 Nov 2014
Hannah
When she met him
for the very first time
a crown of daisies
laid perfectly on her head
and a smile was splayed across her lips
the radiant sun taken from the sky
and placed all around her
illuminating her silhouette
against the setting horizon
He looked at her with those piercing eyes
immediately creating flowers in her lungs
and growing
She tried to breathe
but was unable,
for his flawless self
took her breath away
replacing them with wild flowers
of beauty
and awestruck
The Christmas roses in the pit of her stomach
held graceful butterflies on their stems
fluttering about
and spreading their beautiful,
wonderfully delicate wings,
flying up into her entire being.
He made her this way,
a beautiful mess
because who wouldn’t
if they met you?
A perfect work of nature
created from the prettiest of flowers
a Primrose to behold,
and a Camelia to hold.
him...
 Nov 2014
Hannah
her naked body
splayed across her bed
arms wrapped against his lean muscular body
breathing in sync
exhale, inhale
body against body
the glass wall now broken
shattering barriers between them
collecting their uncertain love
fusing them together as one
a love unbroken;
solidified,
now has formed
every move he makes
like nothing she's ever experienced
left afterwards to rest
against his body
head against his heart
thumping, fast
then slowing down
like a butterfly wing's flutter
when sleep enfolds him in its arms
and comforts him, simultaneously as she,
oh how that night felt
with him
and oh how she misses
his once undying love,
because that night
and that burning love
has now turned to embers
and blown away with the gusts of wind,
never to be seen again
yearning to be with him
she knew that night meant forever
a bond to never be broken
but he didn't seem to realize this
and broke everything they ever had
like a crack in a line
a hole in a heart
and now scattered embers
blow across the earth
never to be ignited again
September
 Nov 2014
Hannah
my love, my paramour, my sweet peter pan,
I wish so much to see you again.
your company right now would be oh so sweet,
just like your smile which can
bring all others to defeat.
you have captured my body and soul,
I love,
love, love you with all of my whole.
from the stars and the moon down to my
tiny tippy toes,  
you are my water to my withering rose.
you have stolen my heart from my chest,
no wonder it feels like my heart stops to rest,
thumpthump-thumpthump-thumpthumpthumpthumpthump---
a stop, a pause, a 1,2,3 jump.
off the cliff was the sensation I felt,
when your eyes met mine as my
heart started to melt.
your lips on mine was what I last remember, a
whisper, a hug,
a fire almost burning by a rekindled ember.
 Nov 2014
Hannah
Every time they kissed she could see
a spark of light in his beautiful blue eyes
a light filled with passion and love
or sometimes filled to the brim with utter gentleness
when he held her safe against his chest
Those wonderfully captivating blue eyes
could also hold troubled images
his sad blue eyes would shimmer with tears
a desperate, sorrowful shine, coating
his beautiful blue eyes
When he held her hand
his eyes spoke of a story of pure gratitude
a thankfulness for this love and
her tiny hands entwined in his
a sparkle of tenderness in
his beautiful blue eyes
As they talked for hours over the phone
His laughter rang loud and clear
like church bells swaying in the wind
and his voice soothing her into a blissful peace
a rich tone which she held so dear to her heart
especially when his voice would sing a magnificent song
she could just imagine his
beautiful blue eyes
reflecting his smile
in a twinkle of joy
His beautiful blue eyes have since turned cold to her
those eyes once for her,
were now not at all
The love they shone
and the sadness they held
even the dark secrets they hid
would never be hers again
Oh beautiful blue eyes.
I miss him...
 Nov 2014
Val
I hate you,
for making me the happiest person on earth
I hate you,
for taking this from me
I hate you,
for making me everything I said I don't wanna ever become
I hate you,
for changing my dreams to our dreams
I hate you,
for giving up on us
I hate you,
for leaving me high with your love
I hate you,
for destroying me
for destroying you
for destroying us
I hate you,
because I love you.
while your not around .
 Nov 2014
Hannah
She lay there beside him
cradled in his arms
warmth radiating from him
seeping into her veins
flowing through her blood
creating a blissful peace
an ecstasy like induced state
because he was her drug
blurring the hard edges into soft lines
mixing her dreams with reality
a sleepwalking state of pure rapture
and so she thought
that getting high off of his love
was something she will never
regret.
will you ever come back?
 Nov 2014
Hannah
you swept me up in your arms
like a prince charming
kidnapping his Cinderella’s heart;
my heart
you loved me like no other man could
treated me like I was your everything
your moon and stars
your universe contained in a single teenage girl;
me
you took everything I had to offer
everything I had to give was yours
because I loved you;
I did, truly did
but time could only tell when this would end;
a painful end,
filled with lies and misery
you took my everything
and threw it away as if it were nothing
what we did, I did out of total love
as one should do
but apparently none of that meant anything to you in the end
your love tore into pieces from
certain things in life that tried to drag you down
and part of you wasn’t strong enough,
you played the devil’s game
and changed who you were,
left me with a million pieces
of my own broken, tattered heart,
to piece back together
one
by one
I want this love to last forever
but you don’t
I will fight til the end
please don’t forget us,
never lose those beautiful memories
for they are what keep me alive
a space we have created in these past days
will hopefully end
and what we had will hopefully
resurface
and if not
I love you,
don’t you dare forget that
 Nov 2014
anonymous999
i hope my shadow follows you through the rooms of your house
i hope my perfume lingers in your bedsheets and my naked body lingers in your mind
i hope that when you look at your backyard, that all you can see is the red hammock that we broke
and we laughed and laughed
i hope you sit in your living room and remember when i counted the fourteen fake candles. i hope you count them and find fourteen and remember when we kissed on the floor
i hope that blonde hairs litter your possessions. i hope that you find them on your clothes, in your car, in your room, for months after i've left
i don't want to be so easy to get rid of.
i hope my voice has stained all your family photos so that all you can see when you look at them is how cute i thought you were
i hope that the sight of your empty passenger seat physically pains you and i hope that every day you feel as if something important is missing
and i hope that that something important is me  
i hope your lips burn bitter with my aftertaste and your hands grow lonely just like your friday nights without me

i want you to miss me
even if you won't
i'm sorry i wasn't enough
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