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I tried to
write
a poem about you
but instead
I scribbled a
big, orange-ink blob
and I figured
that made
just as much sense.
Because I know what you do
when the tide is yours to honor
and how my heart cries for that
which is not my own.
I breathe in your existence
while a noose squeezes harder
around all your touch has ever held
and gently known.
Copyright @2013 - Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
"You came," her voice floated in the white
"Of course I came," I knew she was behind me
But I couldn't turn, only feel her hair touching my back
"It's a good sign." Her voice was a million echoing silver bells
"I guess I've started to realize..."
Her fingertips brushed my palm, light as wind.
"I have realized that it wasn't my fault"
"I told you it was a good sign"
In the corner of my eye, I saw strands of her hair, fluttering
"I miss you." I wanted see her, see her smile, white teeth and dimple
"I miss you too," her silver bell voice rung out sadly
"I can never forgive myself," my voice shook, my eyes burned
"Don't say that, it's not true"
Flowers underneath us were red, yellow and sky blue
"I should have been there, I should have always been with you"
My every atom ached for her, to turn and see her
I could remember the smell of waking up beside her
Starting my day with a wonder by my side
"Forgive yourself please, for me"
A flower was slipped into my hand, it was yellow
I turned and I saw her, she wore the garb of an angel
She smiled before she disappeared
Leaving me crying in the red, yellow and sky blue.
Let's just *******
Smoke a bowl
I want to just get
Out of my mind and
Out of my clothes
I want to hold your face
Within my hands
I want to fly
I want to
Dance
I want to whisper secrets
Build a fort
Write each other notes and
Think out loud
Would you just hold my hand and
Look at me that way you do
That makes me feel
So flawless
So unbroken
So young
So innocent
So shy
And press your chest against mine
Squeeze me tight
I'll teach you how to
Smoke a bowl
And you'll sing with
Your sweet
Sweet voice and I'll
Say
Let's get married
Just to ******* say it
Calmly sweeping my eyes over you
And begging you to see.
But we've got your favorite movie
Playing on the old tv.
We're both worn out.
I know you're tired.
Right now I'm trying to make you feel
Like your hard work has been admired.
So I tell you, "Sit down,
I've got it."
And you smile and relax
And ask if I'm sure.
And I nodded.
As we lie there together,
I just want your eyes on me.
So I whine,
"I just want your attention."
Ever so desperately.
Because I love when you see the good in me,
I need to be good to see it.
So I'll treat you like a king and give you everything that you have ever needed.
And I love when the things I do,
Make you in awe by me.
Because I'm just a girl
And you're just a boy.
But together that makes us
"We."
The way that love makes me feel
So terribly out of my skin...
It's like I'm shaking it off of my shoulders,
As the breeze cools me within.
My muscles bare and naked;
A suit of skin upon the grass.
Pale, young, and lively,
As it is reflected in the glass.
The confidence I had before -
The everlasting faith within myself -
Has reached a state of stagnancy.
For now it lies upon the shelf.
Out of my skin, you all can see
The truth of what
Is truly me.
My thick skin,
My rough exterior,
Is the means by which
I decline to be inferior.
For love feels like a sign of weakness,
Though I know within my bare heart,
That it takes a brave little soul indeed,
To take chance to be torn apart.
And as I may worry,
And as I may whine,
For you,
It seems
Quite worth it this time.
So see me now,
Without my skin.
Shrugged off my body,
Like wrinkled linen.
I removed it so you could see the purest form
Of the love I could soon possess.
Without the dirt and the bugs on my skin
Contaminating what I must express.
And inside I know it need not be perfect,
But for you I will try to make it so.
I've bore out of my flesh,
So now I must confess,
To the emotion that scares me below.
 Feb 2013 Earnest A Roberts
Tilly
Standing
with nothing - there is still
so much more
to give

Alone
sits easy,
with toes dipped, in
four leaved
clover.

We
absolve
ourselves with the
tenacious honesty
of tomorrows'
sunrise

Brazen,
underneath starlit skies."Observe;
We too, have died before."

Bodies
alight, with heavenly fires;
Intense, passions
igniting
pure reactions.

Join
and part
each atom of self
to allow
flow.

As
saline spills,
filling emptiness
with oceans,
across
arid plains.

One
single flower
blooming, silently, in decoration
     of soulful beauty        
  
Whisper,
  our riddling
faintly defined
shadows
stuck
   to    
                                            missing       pieces.                                            

                          Together                     ­     
                               in needs ...                          
                                                            [of yours, or, mine]     
  **We... are here
... & I do believe x10, beats the current record, lol :)

Standing, Alone, We, Brazen, Bodies, Join, As, One, Whisper, Together (if read, as one poem)
Every moment.
Every touch.
Every breath.
Everyone.

There are seven billion people on the lonely planet.
Each completely and utterly alone
Only briefly touching each other
Only to seperate again

Everyone is a story
Every face, another tale
Every day, another page
Every step, another word

Seven Billion.
Seven Billion stories simaltaneously being written
Seven Billion Characters.
Seven Billion.

Sonder.
We all are living.

Sonder.
Noun, a realization.

Sonder.
Everyone living a life as vivid and detailed as our own.

Sonder.
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