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i met a boy today

with warm hands

and his fingers bumbled as

they passed me my change.

i don’t think i’ll see

him again.

but that’s okay.
He looks at me.
His eyes the same dark brown
as I remember them.
I feel nothing for him.
Not like I used to before.
His hair the same deep, dark brown,
like his eyes.
A spark lights up in his eyes.
He remembers me, from a distant
past so long ago and forgotten.
I say nothing to him.
He passes right by me.
No 'Hello' no 'How have you been?'.
Just nothing, not even a nod.
I belong to another.
So he doesn't matter.
But it still hurts, because I remember.
That once, a very, very long time ago,
deep in my past, that I thought
I loved him once.
I thought I loved him once.
 Sep 2013 For the Sparrows
M
Maybe if I had your address,
Or knew what you liked,
I'd send you little things
To let you know it will be alright.

Maybe if we were closer,
Maybe if we had talked more,
I'll drive on over,
And knock on your door.

Maybe if I could,
Maybe if I had,
I'd find any way
To ensure you weren't so sad.

Maybe if I knew what happened,
Maybe if I knew why,
I'd search around until
I found a reason for your rhyme.

Maybe someone does this for you already-
I sure hope that's true.
I sure hope your chin stays up,
Long enough to make it through.

And maybe you're treading a path alone,
With only your demons in tow;
They'll disappear someday,
And in your heart, flowers will grow-

Up through your spine,
Finding a path to your mind
The flowers can spread their beauty
In all the cracks they find.

I hope flowers burst out of your soul,
And someday shine through your eyes,
Because sadness comes and goes my dear,
So please don't let your cries

Be what waters your flowers.
Rather, instead,
Water them with faith in overcoming,
With all of the words I have said.

Water them with your quirks,
Your ambitions, your smile-
Let the flowers take over your body;
I promise it's worth your while.

Someday you'll be a garden,
Colorful and healthy, happy and bright-
You'll be a representation of growth,
My dear, you'll be one hell of a sight.

So maybe if you read this,
Always remember, always know
That flowers grow upon whoever
Kindly reaps what they sow.
Written for a girl who is sad and can't seem to see that she's still lovely. I hope she feels better soon. This is about letting sadness be present only for so long, and then making the decision to let it go and be happy. Because people deserve to be genuinely happy. If I could help I would, but I can't, so I write poems about it instead.
 Sep 2013 For the Sparrows
Jordan
With stars upon your lips I am embraced by your ever present cosmic kiss. I feel rhythms roll like a heartbeats ebb n flow. Transfixed and transended, I lie here unbound and suspended.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aXuTt7c3Jk
like a spider web draped with drops of dew we reflect within eachother flying and spiraling into infinitey
You may not see me,
        but I always look at you.
You may not hear me,
        but I always listen to you.
I am may be nothing to you,
        but *you are my everything.
I made some soup.
But it’s not for you.
It’s for me.
I don’t want you to change it.
It’s my soup.
Some people want to add some basil or maybe a little oregano.
But it’s my soup.
Some people think it’s too salty.
One person thought it’s too sweet.
But I told ‘em
f--k you.
I won’t change a thing.
It’s my soup.
Someone even tried to stir the ***
I grabbed the ladle
and bopped him on the head
I told him it was my soup.
Someone told me to turn up the heat
For what reason?
It’s a perfect temperature.
Someone else told me to turn down the heat.
I told him that would make it too cold.
It’s my soup.
Someone even told me I had to take some ingredients out.
But I love it the way it is.
It’s my soup.
Someone even tried to take a sip
The nerve!
It’s my soup.
Make your own.
Someone said I overcooked it.
I told her to leave me alone.
I like the smokey flavor.
To my horror, someone even tried to throw it out.
I grabbed the *** and put it back on the stove
Where it belongs.
This is my soup.
This soup…
**is my life.
I think we've all had the experience of people trying to change the way we are or the way we live our lives because it makes them uncomfortable. It's time you to take back your soup and make it yours.
make me

                  break me

       shake me

                       take me
shape me  
                             scrape me
**** me
                 escape me
pluck me
                          **** me
       chuck me
                                    **** me
hit me
                   quit me
       split me        
                       or    commit me


  please,

see me
             and
                     free me.
Their are three
types of love.
The first type
is when you
care about
that person.
The second type
is when you
love that person
and stick around
to know what
they like.
The third type
is when you
love that person
so much that
your willing to
do anything
for her and
say to her,
I love you
and I want
to be with
you together
forever.
Well those
are the three
types of love,
but their are
so many different
types of love
in the world
that we just
can't contemplate or
compensate or
even comprehend.
Only you know
when your in love
and you will
have to be
the one who
shows it to
the one you love.
-Sign LINK THE HERO OF TIME-
I don't know why I wrote this. I guess I just felt good about something inside of my heart.
Hope you like it :)<3
hearing from you sends chills throughout my body
like someone is playing pacman inside of my organs.
you are not mine
and you will never belong to me.
but you are the breath i take on a rainy morning
in olympia, WA
you take away the arizona heat.
and it's okay, i never want to be more than this
i am comfortable with the fact there are no strings attached
i am happy that there are only tongues tied
i am a horrible person i know
your girlfriend will never have to know
that i am your break.
when things get serious, they never last
so let's keep this casual and comforting
without stress, and just relax.
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