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Currin May 2014
do you remember when we went hiking?
we got to the top of the mountain and looked down at the lake
you held me close and told me this:
"you are my favorite person and this is my favorite view"

do you remember when we went stargazing?
it was late at night and your hands were warm against mine
I looked at the sky and it was so beautiful
but not as beautiful as you

you are my favorite person and you are my favorite view
Currin Feb 2014
I am a speck in the ocean
And there is a wave of happiness crashing over me again and again and again
Sweep me away to the middle of the sea
I wanna get lost in this beautiful, beautiful, beautiful life

For there is far too much beauty in this world
And far too few words
To ever fully grasp
Just how wonderful this life can be

Sweep me away to the middle of the sea
I don't ever want to go back to shore
Currin Nov 2013
I wanted to put you on paper
To wrap my mind around you a little bit
(But we both know that's harder than it seems)

Remember when we learned in world geography class that you can never really fully represent a three dimensional object on a two dimensional piece of paper?
I think that also applies to you

You're the globe and I'm the cartographer that could never quite put you on a map
I have a globe the size of you in my brain and I don't think I'll be wrapping my mind around you anytime soon
Currin Nov 2013
I wanted to write a poem
For you
About you
Something with YOU
(It's amazing how many "you"s there are in poetry)
And I'm not sure if this is even a poem
It might end up with me just ranting
I'm gonna pretend it's a poem anyway

So, you
The infamous you
You could be anyone really
You could be you, the boy I've been thinking about all day today
Maybe you are my best friend who I haven't seen very much lately
And perhaps you are you, the reader
Once again, it's amazing how many "you"s there are in poetry
But back to the topic
YOU are magnificent
Just wanted to get that out there.
You you you you you
I think you're pretty special
I love you, you
And maybe that is just a statement about my beliefs but I did say you were pretty special, didn't i?
Well you are
You're special and magnificent in the best possible way
And I love you
(I told you this would just end up as a rant)
Anyways
You
You
You

The end
Currin Nov 2013
Look at me. It's 12:04 am and I'm excited. I have this excited energy running through me. I'm exhausted and I'm tired and I'm excited. And I want to talk to you. I want us to have a deep conversation. I want to share my adventurous feeling with you. I want to fall in love. I want us to be so tired our conversations turn into strings of nothing. It's 12:04 am, I'm awake, I'm excited, and I'm thinking of you.
(But of course you're asleep)
Currin Nov 2013
What I've always wanted?
To write this poem
That can be read
Two ways
Wow
This is hard
I think I'll go back
To regular poetry
The end.

The end?
To regular poetry
I think I'll go back
This is hard
Wow
Two ways
That can be read
To write this poem?
What I've always wanted
I really wanted to try writing a poem like this and turns out it's really difficult. I envy all of you who can write these with ease, you amaze me.
Currin Nov 2013
I laid on the bridge and looked up at the stars
Reached out my hand thinking I could touch mars
This is what poems are made of

A small glance at you with a grin in return
Stomach butterflies and a heart that can yearn
This is what poems are made of

On a swing with my friends under a never-ending sky
Jumping and wishing my body could fly
This is what poems are made of

Reading a book that makes me glad I can feel
Ink on a page can seem so much more real
This is what poems are made of

Riding in a car with the windows rolled down
A song on the radio, cruising through town
This is what poems are made of

A smile, a sob, a laugh and a grin
A story, a memory, two good deeds and one sin
This is what poems are made of

Yes,
This is what poems are made of
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