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 Oct 2014 Fish The Pig
ryn

will
you take
me into your
space...•cradle
me upon       the
sultry limbs      of
your        nebulous
grace•the expansive
arms of the universe,
where            peaceful
slumber awaits•your
poetry    laden comets,
bore      abundant love,
all towed     in freights•
gingerly drinking in the depth
of your face•seemingly blindfolded,
i'll tread each dark  crater•my head in
a swirl        of your  majestic         trace•
where        I would stumble         upon
V              a love ever so...             V
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(   INTERSTELLAR   )
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I'm so excited!
I'm growing up!
I'm so excited!
I'm throwing up!

I pay taxes!
I have a job!
I pay taxes!
I'm no slob!

I'm looking for an apartment!
I'm finishing school!
I'm looking for an apartment!
Being an adult is cool!

I cut down to two packs a week!
I have a savings account!
I cut down to two packs a week!
I smoke a healthier amount!

I get high!
I can't sleep!
I get high!
I'm in knee deep!

I get high!
I can't sleep!
I get high!
The ***** deep!

I get high!
Or else I can't sleep!
I get high!
Or else I can't eat!

I'm an adult!
Life is great!
I'm an adult!
I'm full of hate!

**** me now!
The stars are bright!
**** me now!
My head isn't right!

I hate myself!
I love you too!
I hate myself!
I love you too!

I'm full of stress!
I can't rest!
I'm full of stress!
God ******, I'm doing my best.
I lay in bed as we both text Kelly asking if we're doing okay.

Today, I want to say things to your face. I want to look into your green eyes and tell you that you're doing a fine ******* job.

Today, I want you to tell me that I am beautiful and that you won't leave me when my hair becomes curly again.

Today, I want us to be perfectly honest in who we are and love very second of it.

Today, I want you to hold me and tell me how interesting I am and that I smell nice.
Each day this week was not good enough because it wasn't Sunday.
Hello, cute boy from my English class.
Who makes up secret handshakes and tolerates my laugh.
I thought you were common, simply sporty and tall.
But resent discovery shows that's not right at all.

Love blooms in winter, and I'm noticing some rain.
It begins to hail and snow when someone says your name.
I can no longer write poetry and my homework is past due.
My mind is too distracted with the need to talk to you.

So let us talk, my dear. Let us conversate.
Let's talk for so long we get to class late.
Today's a conversation but tomorrow is a kiss.
In your eyes I see the future and in your hands I'll find my bliss.
For the first time, he talks about me just as much as I talk about him.
 Oct 2014 Fish The Pig
Richard K
Fires, flames
Dancing pain,
Flames, fires
They are only liars.

I want to scream,
And I want to be with you,

I want to be.
With.
You.

Whatever that is, I want to be by your side.
I want to feel the flame and forget that I lied.

I cannot think about anything else,
That isn't such a great thing, but with you my heart melts.

All I want is to be happy. Simple as that,
If only they didn't stand in the way of us,
You are the only one I can look at.

Yes, I am rushing these things,
Yes, we just need time.
But right now, my only wish is that I was right by your side.

I want to walk through the dark with you,
I want to talk through this flame with you,

Walk with me again my friend,
No matter what, we can be here till the end.

This poem has no structure, I don't know where it is going,
Just like our hearts, seem like they are always flowing.

Flowing and twisting like a burning river,
Blasting and surging, this flame makes me shiver.

Oh god, I don't even care what we are,
We can be nothing, something or  somewhere in-between,
Just so long as you don't go too far.

I want to feel the flame I feel when you are around,
Want to know what it is like to feel loved and found.

Five days on, two days off,
Those two days make her scoff.

But I don't like even two days away from you.
Feeding the flame is all that I can do.

Fires, flames
Pleading pains,
Flames, fires,
Fickle as desires.
I feel like I can't write good poems when I am happy. The problem is I don't even know if  I am happy, so I just write bad poems.
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